I feel proud that I'm alive today, despite him.
I feel proud that I'm an excellent amateur chef.
I feel proud that I've made a family for myself; and that it's loving, supportive, respectful, sane, and good for all of us. Not just me.
I feel proud that I learned to know the good from the bad.
I feel proud to identify myself as an artist.
I feel proud that, although I'm not "well", I'm better.
I feel proud that I no longer need to hide.
I feel proud to educate the ignorant about mental and emotional conditions through my speaking to various groups.
I feel proud that when I look in a mirror now, I see my face- not my father's.
I feel proud to have come so far and for starting so early. (age 19)
I feel proud that I feel no shame whatsoever about what happened to me.
I feel proud that I can speak- loudly, if necessary- for myself and for those of us who cannot yet do this.
I feel proud of my creativity.
I feel proud that I was able to hold onto a precious piece (somehow) of wonder that remains untainted by my experience.
And, like so many others have said, I feel proud to have made it through today with gratitude.
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