I hate what I have become because of you. I hate that there are times in the night, the anxiety gets so bad that sleep evades me.

I hate that I feel so weak at times, unable to control the emotions within me. And so I just burst.

I hate what you did to my mother. You had no right to ruin her life. Absolutely no right.

I hate that I had to battle through depression, suicidal thoughts, insomnia and anxiety due the aftermath that is you.

I absolutely hate what my siblings had to go through because of you and your inability to be loving or kind.

But there are things I could not have achieved if it were not for you, and it would not be fair of me to leave them unmentioned.

Because of you, I learned that I am all that I need, and I do not to rely on others to make me happy.

Because of you, I have learned strengths in the truest, most bright of colors.

I’ve learned to smile even when I am in pain.

To conquer demons within me that, at a certain point in my life, felt unconquerable.

I’ve learned that the hard times will eventually give way to exquisite times.

I’ve learned to fight when every inch of my body begged me to give up.

So thank you for giving me the opportunity to build myself back up after you teared me down.

Because of you, I am driven to reach this marvelous places called contentment and satisfaction.