I view my story as a success of living with PTSD and still be able to enjoy my life and to help others. I was severely abused by my father, had a bad experience with doctors (underwent a gemangioma removal and a tonsillectomy without anaesthesia, nearly died of a latrogenic infection, and so on); lived in the time of sad political changes, food shortage, and high crime i my country (still remember 6-8 hours food lines), was a subject of discrimination against Hebrows, took a part in the Moscow rebellion of 1993 and miracleously escaped being killed there. Of course, that did not make me a nice sweet girl. Yes, I was involved with many risky activities; no, I was not doing well at the school; no, I was not hoping for anything better, did not have any support from my parents and did not recognise I have a problem. I was lucky to meet nice people everywhere. For example, my first boyfriend, who showed me that I can have a happy relationship. In 1999, I moved to the USA with my mother. That was a great change in my life. I had to work hard regardless of the issues I have. I was working 100 hours a week, 2 full-time jobs and 1 part-time, although had a really bad insomnia. I had to learn how to communicate with people at least at work; otherwise, I would be fired. I had to realize that I need to educate myself in order to have a better life. I got enrolled in the college, and was managing to be a full-time student and a full-time employee. I met a wonderful man who became my husband. But most importantly, I found the profession I love, and succeeded in the field of veterinary medicine a great deal. I began as a volunteer in the local shelter, and in two years was already one of the anaesthesia nurses in the biggest animal hospital is the state, got certified, and was recognised as a dedicated and efficient worker. Nobody ever new how misirable I somtimes feel. Nobody ever realizied that my success at work is a result of my constant fight with myself, my memories, my past. The recognition of the problem and taing steps toward healing was the beginning of a whole new story. I am seeng a councelor, and will probably have to seek more advanced help. I recognise that I need that, and understand that no miracle will happen, since no succes is ever achived without fighting. My whole life is a prove for this point of view.