I’m made of bones and blood, and those bones, unbroken and holding me up, is proof of my survival. And though there is emptiness and fear hiding inside, put together with the will to keep going, I know I am stronger than ever. And there is salt in my blood from the days where tears infiltrated into the valleys I built to hide in. But the oxygen inside each blood cell is proof that I’m still breathing. I’m alive. I’m alive! And I’m trying my best not to forget that.