I am thankful I woke up today. I am thankful I am still alive. I am thankful for the people in my life who I can trust to see me and know that absolute hell is being rained down upon me and has been for a very long time. I am thankful that he was not successful in killing me or breaking me down until I couldn’t get up. I’m glad I always got up. I’m glad I never gave up. I’m glad I never gave him the satisfaction. I’m glad for my strength. I’m glad that I still have my voice in spite of the fact that he picked me up and threw me into a desk, trying to make me lose mine after I had surgery.