A Survivor’s Chronicles

Survivor is not a title. It is a way of being, a road, a fate. It’s a label I rejected for a very long time, and that I am still uncomfortable with, because I did not choose it. Survivorhood was foisted or, more accurately, forced upon me.

Nonetheless, I consider my survival up to and through this writing to be my greatest accomplishment in my 26 years of life, and I suspect that when I die it may very well still be that. I am far from an underachiever, and I certainly do not lack ambition, but it is the hardest damn thing I expect to go through in life.

I guess that’s what life ultimately is for everyone, though: one day after another, we find a reason to wake up and live again. And sometimes we don’t have a reason, and still we do it anyway.

Let me put it this way: I’ve definitely put in my 10,000 hours. So, since I’m officially an expert, I thought I’d share some of my unfortunate expertise with ya’ll . . . and hopefully find some catharsis on the way, for us both. I hope we can learn something together, and maybe even get a little bit better together.