Given how I grew up and what I had to endure to stay alive, I count my blessings everyday that I have a clean place to live, food in my refrigerator, a superb treatment team, the ability to write, and most importantly...my ability to pray. Yes, I have horrible physical and psychiatric scars left from back then and bipolar 1 disorder with psychosis, DID, and OCD go along with it. However, my life is now what I make it to be. Yes, I will always be limited but I will also always be grateful for the people and events that have blessed my life since those wretched days. I owe it to the people in my adult life who went the extra 100 miles for me to succeed to the best of my ability. It's all in your perspective.