I am a survivor, in trauma if not years. Hopefully, like work-hardened steel, there is beauty in my toughness and patina.
I have come close to death many times; too many. It appears that I have nine lives and, while I wish this theory was not tested repeatedly, I hope and believe good will come out of me sharing (albeit not always frequently/regularly) my stories and reflections.
One thing is for certain though. I have packed an awful lot of life into this tiny but mighty, strong, and sometimes despairingly fragile and sad, package.
I am the girl that fell down and got back up. Over and over and over again.