Ain't It the Truth!

My birth mother didn't manage to starve me out. I survived.
I was adopted. I survived
I was plunged into poverty at a very young age. I survived.
I was bullied through school. I survived.
I dropped out of university. I survived.
I was raped by a motorcycle gang. I survived.
I got married at 18. I survived.
I had a baby at 19 and gave him up for adoption. I survived.
I was hit by a car at 21, and had a broken pelvis. I survived.
When I got out of the hospital, I weighed 89 lbs. I survived.
I ran away to Texas. I survived.
I lived in Chicago. I survived.
I moved back to Texas and married SSS. I survived.
I bore two children at home with midwives in attendance and no drugs. I survived.
I escaped the alcoholic narcissist. I survived.
I bore a child by Caesarian section at 40. I survived.
I was thrown out of the street with three kids and nothing. I survived.
I married the man of my dreams. I survived.
I held my mother-in-law's hand as she died. I survived.
My husband committed suicide. I survived.

I have learned to quit praying for strength.