Breathe, Corazon. You lived. Covered in bruises, scratches, tears and blood. The mirror may not recognize your swollen face, but I do. Your scrambled thoughts still scream an echo of days and nights of sleepless horrors, cold stares, inhuman screams from human lips, and unfeeling souls. Turn down the noise. You lived. You crawled on hands and knees in innumerable pairs of clothes, countless phones in your hands to call for help before they were shattered, and handfuls of long hair ripped out on your way to nondescript cars trying to flee…and you did. You lived. Forgive yourself for going back, for leaving again, for climbing out of hell only to go back. This life would be empty without you, so I thank you for putting that bottle of pills and alcohol down. I thank you for doing what you needed to do to make yourself stronger to survive in world that values insignificant skills that mean nothing on freezing nights and to starving bellies. Thank you for living on the days when the darkness would have you drain the blood from your veins, or swallow a bullet. Thank you for battling the wave of nightmarish memories that rage to rip you from the dull monotony and out of the lives of people who tell you to “just smile”. Thank you Corazon. Because without you I could not survive. Thank you beautiful soul…