I am thankful I woke up today. I am thankful I am still alive. I am thankful for the people in my life who can see me plain and know that absolute hell has been raining down on me for a very long time. I am thankful he did not succeed in killing me, or in breaking me down so far I could not rise again. I am glad I always got up. I am glad I never gave up. I am glad I never gave him that satisfaction. I am glad for my strength. I am glad I still have my voice, in spite of the fact that after surgery he picked me up and threw me into a desk, trying to knock the voice clean out of me and make my body forget it still belonged to me.