I am a survivor. Was it really me who endured such dark events? I now have access to the sun. The suncatcher in my window splinters light into rainbows, reaching out across the floorboards and walls, like fingers of hope. The darkness has been vanquished and I can see where I am going. To solidify the direction I want to head in, I write it all down, my hopes and fears. Vision boards are regularly made, and my daughter reminds me if it has been a while between their creation. I am a friend, a mother, a writer and a rebel. I am not a victim, stupid, irretrievably broken, nor any of the many labels stuck on my skin throughout the years. Other’s can’t define you if you do it first. Their definitions cant adhere, if you have your protective shield in place. Mine is now operational, at last! At last! I am hopeful, and positive that the future shall be grand. I know this, because despite the annoyances and issues I encounter, each day is grand. I am astounded that I have reached the end of the month of #ProjectPositive, and am so thankful to Anastasia Amour for challenging me, supporting me and being my friend. I love you dearly. xxx