Remaining positive is sometimes hard, actually if I have to be brutally honest, it seems impossible at times. Giving into despair, just letting go and falling back into that pit is extremely tempting - but I know that pit is bottomless. It's an endless circle, a downward spiral and there's no telling how far down a human can fall.
I don't want to fall, I don't want to give up again. I've fought so hard to get where I am today and my battle against this hellish disease is nearly over - not in the way you'd expect - I'm winning, no..
No, I've won.
I can't wait for the next few months to just pass by - I'll finally be able to enjoy summer. I don't care about the scars on my body, they're battle scars, they're my proof of a long hard journey that's ended - a war, a war that took so much but also gave me more than I've ever had.
To Hell with what people say and think, I'll wear a bikini if I want to. I got nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear anymore.
I'm a survivor and a warrior.
Bring it on!