<font color="#880000">I can fully understand where you are coming from, however this is my personal take on it from what I feel and my experiences.

Part of me survived and part of me didn't. The very first instance it happen to me, who I was and who I was going to be was killed.
He killed that smart, happy, trusting little child, and left something mush darker .
What happen has kept me from becoming what I wanted to become, as 2 of my career paths were cut very short do to horrible flashbacks triggered by the nature of what I was meant to do.
I mourn for that little girl, and always wonder what could have been for her.

HOWEVER I survived, who I am today survived, I am proud of everything I have overcome, regarding my other mental illnesses... this issue quite honestly I have not yet conquered but I can not help but think one day I must.

So yes and no to your question. Part of us dies and part of us lives... and that is the part posting to us today.

The you we see now survived... and you should fell the strength in what you have done.

~Alice </font>