Dear Life, Thank You.

Dear Life,

Many people say you're a female dog, and I STRONGLY agree.

When I was three, you introduced a man to my family;

However, I saw him as a monster because he molested me.

A home is a place to feel secure,

but with this man here, I was not so sure. 

At age twelve, I lost my grandpa to a heart attack.

His death sent me into a depression with no way back.

I turned to self-harming for a sense of relief.

Most of the time, I felt like I couldn't breath. 

Four years later, my grandma passed away.

Losing her was the hardest thing I've dealt with up to date. 

She was the one person I cared for the most

I was her favorite grandchild, but I don't mean to boast. 

You are a female dog for putting me through this pain and hurt.

For kicking me down to the dirt.

But I thank you, Life.

Because with your help I learned to strive. 

I am confident, strong and happy.

Even when days seem to be crappy.

When I am feeling low,

I have an escape place for me to go.

For all these challenges you put me through,

Life, I thank you. 

Love,

A. Avila