There is something that binds us. A type of suffering that most cannot understand. Surrounded by darkness, subject to negative thinking, our demons creep upon us late at night. We are the ones paralyzed inside. Just surviving. Fighting for our lives day by day. BUT we are still standing. Turning our wounds into wisdom, our pains into strength. Protesting that the very scars that now define us don’t make us victims, rather victors of a scary life.