Here via.. god, I'm not even sure, someone on my flist... but I can't tell you how much this means to me.

I go into paroxysms of rage when people make these comments about other survivors, but I frequently have a very hard time not thinking them about myself--like somehow I should be able to move past it, that admitting, even to myself, that what happened left lasting scars is some sort of failing on my part, despite intellectually knowing how ridiculous that is.

I had to cut myself off from the whole thing, just because it put me in such a bad place, but I'm so glad you made this post and that I had the chance to read it. You made me cry, but it was the first time I've cried in a good way about anything related to this, and that's kind of an amazing feeling.

I'm glad you're still standing. I'm glad we all are.