I was concieved by accident.
I was going to be aborted.
I was born three months premature and should have died.
I was neglected throughout infancy and often left hungry and sick.
I was physically abused so severely that I was often left with concussions and broken bones.
I nearly drowned in the bathtub when I was three.
I was constantly sick as a child and recieved no medical attention.
I nearly drowned in the sea when I was five.
I was raped repeatedly throughout my childhood, often with severe physical consequences.
I was raped repeatedly by many different people during the height of the AIDS epidemic.
I was often locked out of the apartment at night in a very dangerous building.
I was fed various foods I had known allergies to.
I was neglected throughout adolescence and as such I placed myself in very bad situations.
I prostituted myself for most of my teenage and adult life.
I did nearly every drug imaginable and became hooked on heroin.
I had my life threatened too many times to count.
I was stabbed.
I was beaten to unconsciousness several times a year by my classmates.
I was kicked out of the house and forced to live on the streets for a summer.
I did many more illegal things than I'd like to name.
I was arrested and sent to prison at 18.
In prison I was raped and beaten regularly by people I had never met before. This lasted two years.
I continued to use drugs and prostitute myself.
I had unprotected sex with women that I knew slept around.
I have tried to kill myself more times than I can count (at least twenty; probably much more.)
Yet, despite all of this, I am still ALIVE and I am relatively healthy.
I am not a religious person, but I don't claim to know there's nothing there. Whether it's because of a higher power, or just luck, I am still alive, and healthy, and young.