Victim, Survivor? I am neither I am strong!
Every day I turn on the news, open Facebook or just hear of yet another act of violence. These acts not only hurt my heart but I scream inside. I scream for the sorrow I scream for loss of life I scream because of all the survivors. After the shooting took place I hated the word victim. Victim implied that I was broken and needed to be handled with care. That is the last thing I wanted, I wanted to have my life go back to normal, well as normal as life be. That word means that I have been through something so horrible that I needed to be tip-toed around. That I am a ticking bomb and just one thing could set me off. But that wasn’t I wanted to know for. Survivor implies that I am strong as strong can be. I have taken the worst event and made the best of it and I was “healed”. That I was okay with everything and life was great. I wasn’t healed I wasn’t all better. I was yet to be a force to be reckoned with. So what is the right the right word to describe me? I have pond...