Four years ago, while waiting in a hospital, I asked a Magic 8 Ball, "Will he leave me again?" It answered, "Yes." It was right. Before him, I survived an abusive relationship that left me physically injured, emotionally manipulated, and questioning my own reality. I later fell into another relationship built on lies, infidelity, and exploitation, clinging to promises of marriage and a future that never existed. In 2023, I lost my father, whom I'd helped care for since childhood. This year, after surviving cancer and a hysterectomy, that relationship finally ended. I often feel isolated, angry, and shaped by years of trauma. But despite everything, I'm still here. I have a new job, my own car, my own place, and I'm choosing to keep growing. My first tattoo will read: Cogito, ergo sum—I think, therefore I am.