Fighter

They say I am a fighter, that I was born a fighter and probably die a fighter. At five months I said forget the womb I want to be apart of this world, and so I was born, and fought for my life. Three months later they let me go home and said I should be fairly normal and I was. At two a man came into my life and took advantage that I was young and knew no better. I then was forced to fight for my mind body and soul. This is still a battle I still fight everyday of my life. At eight I left and went to live with my father and morned the fact that my mom did not want me, I had to fight for a place in a life I knew nothing about and came upon unconditional love from my step mom who fought for me. She fought against my morning of a love from a mom I missed. The fight she never knew she faced was my dealing with molestation, but she put up with my mood swings and wierd behavior and never stopped consoling me no matter how angry or depressed I was. At fourteen I dated a guy who though less of me than he did a roach, but I fought for our relationship and when that failed I fought for my self esteem. Sixteen rolled around and two months after my second relationships I recieved a punch to the stomache. I rationalized and said if he hit me then he wasnt hitting someone else. When he tried to rape me I fought back and resulted in several broken ribes, nose and spirit. That was the last day we where together but not the last time he hit me. Not only did I fight him to keep alive till I could move but I fought his friends to. Walking down the hallway or going to a movie was never just that, I would come home with bruises on my arms and broken bones in my hands. A year before graduation and the most self destructive I had been, I found myself in a car and with a knife to a guys side because he said he would take me however he could get it. I stopped that day I put my foot on a path and said I would survive. I left a little while later for basic and started life again. I fought and this time mentally for a place where I could block out the pain to get throught basic, then fought against my need to tell myself I would fail my medical training. I went to my new unit after training and deployed. That was a new fight that I thought would be easy but it wasnt. I not only fought to survive everytime the wheels of my vehcles left the FOB. This time I didnt just fight for my self but I litterally fought for others lives, I had to keep them alive because they were my friends and comrades, and I couldnt go home thinking I didnt do everything to keep them alive. Sometimes though my fight wasnt enough and I lost. I am back know and decided that I have fought my whole life and probably will for the rest of my life. I was born a fighter and will probably die a fighter. I dont know what else to do, fighting is in my blood. So my blood will have to stop running for me to stop fighting.

Fighter

wishingonstars

Leesville, United States

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Just wrote this paragraph, not sure you could call anything but a ramble of words. But I tried something new. I thought of a word and this is what came of it.

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