I came to points with a purpose to connect, to find hope, to find support. It breaks my heart to see all of the suicide entries, and I'd like to add a few thoughts. I KNOW THE PAIN, I get it, I've been there. No I may not know everyone's stories and may not understand tear for tear everyone's hurt, because we are all fighting our own battles. But don't we owe it to ourselves to see what we are made of, to rise up and overcome so those who have hurt us don't get the last say, so they don't win? Don't we owe it to ourselves to make our voices heard, to stand up for ourselves and others who continue to go through the pain, to use our stories to lift others up, connect, help make the darkness less lonely, or to offer our shoulders to cry on? No matter how young or old we are, no matter if we are still being abused, healing from the pain, or moving on, don't we owe it to ourselves, to that child who didn't have a voice, to hang on, to live on behalf of that person/child that was abused, violated, battered, raped, and robbed? Don't we owe it to ourselves to LIVE?!?! Yes life is full of pain and hurt and unbearable shame and anguish. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel, just because you can't see it doesn't mean its not there. Just because you can't see the platelets in your blood, or the air that we breath, or the individual rays of light from the sun, doesn't mean that they don't exist. So does our freedom, it exists in us, it exists in the fight that we fight and the battle that we as survivors have to wage everyday. I encourage those of you, those of us, who are considering suicide to hold on, to have faith, and to not let them win. Never let them win. We will survive, united, and we need to live, to make our story an inspiration to ourselves and to others someday, so they too can live and keep a cycle going that is actually worth repeating. The cycle of reaching out, the cycle of supporting others, the cycle of life, of not letting our perpetrators win, of taking away their power and reclaiming ours.