You know you are a survivor when
you tell a friend about something from your childhood, they get sick and have to excuse themselves, and then you realize maybe it isn’t normal to feel that what happened to you was no big deal.
People amuse me. And I can honestly care less about how people perceive me, because I know who I am, and I change every day, I grow. Stay stuck because I stay good. I am a survivor. And so are some most of us.