We made ourselves survive it, whatever it was. When we were
drowning, we taught ourselves to be fish and swim instead, we smiled with our
new gills and told no one of it. When the monsters came for us with their teeth
that sing of terrible things, we ran for safe places even when our lungs were
savage for it. We survived. We showed up with bruises or cuts or bony shoulders
for it, we swallowed pills or liquor or both, we held ourselves together with
iron or twine or just thin silver hope. We lived it. We still live it, but we
are stronger now, and know the name of the things that hunt us in the woods of
our minds. We are excellent archers now, we have arrows we have honed from the
strongest bits of ourselves, from the loyalty to our friends and our humor and
our kindness. We did not come out of it unscarred. We are not even out of it
all. But we are alive. And we are strong. We did the impossible.
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