5 years have passed, 5 whole years since the day that changed everything. Each year August approaches without warning. It's a month that I have come to fear. For within August holds the anniversary of something I don't want to celebrate. Although I'm older now, much wiser this month still creates pain inside of me like no other. In the past 5 years, I have grown so much, recovered in ways I didn't think were possible. But as survivors, we have to remind ourselves that no matter how many years go past, moments of pain are inevitable. For me, pain comes forth in a month of intense emotion, difficulty sleeping, and an inevitable withdrawal from friends and family. But I have relief in knowing that August will pass and as the months go on I will only become more resilient, able to cope with this assault better than before. Everyone has their August so remember you are not alone in dealing with yours.

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