Some days I get the opposite of survivor's guilt, and my life feels like its a survival horror game. I did it, I made it to the next chapter, and I retire to my safe room planning my next move, knowing the challenges that await me next will be harder and have me on the back pedal. Still until then, I've more supplies than I need, I am warm, fed, clothed, and feel able. The stress of past horrors have left me, quietened down, and I'm able to clear my head.
There is no single virtue I take pride in, to say that this strength or resolve is what brought me here. I don't think there was any singular quality I'd exalt, but just that we all have our own means and what I surmounted I learnt a little bit from others to get me over it. I'm just wary of false confidence as it lulls one into complacency. Something nightmares will be eager to exploit.
Still, in times that would've made sure I wasn't here today, I got through and made it, and I'm thankful for it.