Not sorry

Today I am not sorry I have a mental illness. I didn’t ask for it. I have it and so be it. I am so pleased I was strong enough to cope with my abuse by dissociating and creating alters. If I didn’t do that, I might be dead now. I most likely wouldn’t have survived the abuse at all.

There is something to be said for resilience, and doing something creative to cope. I am glad I have so much resilience in me. For that, I am grateful.