We are who we are because we are better than those who abused our innocence. We might wake each day in a fog begging ourselves to not dwell on the past, to not allow one memory to ruin a day—but even if we do, we have not lost. Surviving it is not losing.
We are grieving for what we will never have. And that is okay.
So true, we have not lost, we have survived. We get to live on, we get to overcome, and we get to spend years living, with the good and the bad days.
Go read the whole thing, including the 5 things Antanika did get her life back.