Today I woke up and had a thought. I have been focusing so hard on surviving all of the crap of my life, that I have forgotten about thriving. My kids need me to not only survive, but to thrive. I can survive and still be broken and empty, but to thrive - that's another goal entirely. I want to be in a place in life whre I can smile a true smile and be happy. Where I can know that I made it through the abuse, the sexual assaults, the suicide attempt of my son, the bi-polar tendencies with my daughter, and the economic hardships that go along with having a child with immune problems and limited income. And that I made it through all of these things with courage and pizzazz with few regrets. I want to be someone that others will look at and not say "she has had a hard life" but someone people wil look at and say that they want to be like me. They want what I have. That is what I am striving for. THRIVING and not just surviving.
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