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Even if it's just ONE.

You are so strong.  Or
I don't know how you do it.

This is what I am often told when they learn about what I have been through. 
But, what do you say to that? How do you respond? 
I mean, sometimes I just give a smile; and sometimes I say I had/have no other choice. 

and when I think about it, I guess I do have a choice. I can let it consume me and break down, which I do at times, and just drown myself in my sorrows. Or I can use it as fuel to keep pushing. 
Keep pushing. 
When you have little ones, you have to keep going. 
I can't check out on them. I have to be present for them, for my family, for me. 

Life is always going to throw curveballs your way. 
It's up to you to decide if you are going to let it define you or refine you. 
If you fall, get right back up and keep pushing. 
There's no shame in that. 
Use your struggles to strengthen you. 
Learn from your mistakes. 

Like Steve Maraboli said, "My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthen me." 

I hope to inspire others. 
I want others, even if it's just ONE person, to look at me and say because of YOU I didn't give up. 


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Hola! For those who don’t know me, I am Yvette! I am a mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, but most importantly, I am ME. I have a love for reading and writing, long walks, and taking pictures. I am a family type of girl, meaning my family comes before anything and everything. Family – the ones meant to love and be there for you through it all. Because you don’t walk out on family, even when they walk out on you. They say it’s taboo to talk about domestic violence and sexual assault, yet it happens. I won’t say I am a victim, but I will say I am a survivor. I am not what has happened to me. I am what I choose to become. Life has been a bit rough, but it has also given me many blessings. I’ve learned to smile through the tears, and appreciate the gift of love. I’ve learned to be strong even when I’ve had every reason to crumble. I have fallen, but like Maya, I will continue to rise.