Reflecting on Strength: How Far I’ve Come

Looking back on my journey as a survivor of sexual assault and someone who has battled depression and bipolar disorder, I am amazed at how far I've come. There was a time when simple activities like shopping, which once brought me peace and comfort, turned into overwhelming experiences. I remember feeling the intense need to run away, consumed by anxiety and fear. Those moments were suffocating, and I often felt so fragile and vulnerable. But today, I’m in a place I never thought I’d reach.

I am stable, on medication, and in a positive headspace. While I know that healing isn’t linear and there will always be ups and downs, I look forward to facing these challenges head-on. Every hill I tackle makes me stronger. The little things that used to send me into a panic no longer have that hold over me. It's almost surreal to reflect on how much those moments once consumed me. Now, I can proudly say I feel powerful and resilient.

I’ve learned that vulnerability doesn't define my worth. In fact, it makes my strength all the more profound. This journey is ongoing, and I know there will be hard days, but I welcome them. I've survived so much already, and I’m equipped with the tools, support, and mindset to keep growing. I’m not just surviving anymore—I’m thriving. Every day is a testament to my strength and perseverance. Here's to continuing this path of healing, and to others who are walking it too—you are not alone.