“I will survive.”

Julie got me this cup because I always say I’m in “survival mode.” People often ask me when I’ll get out of survival mode. I’m not sure. It seems like I’ve been here my whole life.

Working to be heard. Finding my voice. Fighting the silence.

Desiring to be respected. Crying when ignored. Feeling invisible.

I’m a person. I’m smart. I have ideas. I matter.

I decide how people treat me. I decide what I accept.