I heard something in a group once that changed my perspective. My mother is a survivor of childhood rape, orphaned at 2, orphanage then foster care for thirteen years where she was beat on a regular basis. Served in the British Army during WWII and survived many bombings. Then she married my dad, a US soldier, came to the states and was beat on a regular basis for over five years. She had 8 children (one died of malnutrition) and 4 miscarriages in 12 years. The family lived in total poverty until my alcoholic dad decided to sober up and change things.
I tell you all this for a reason. My mom is a survivor. A survivor is someone who lives through something. But she has lived a bitter, angry, resentful, paranoid life for 83 years. She has refused therapy and/or medication. She has lived a long and terrible life but yes, she is a survivor.
No disrepect to this post, just something to think about. I do not want to be a "survivor." I want to be a "thriver." There is a huge difference.Think about this and maybe it will change your perspective also.
I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said, "That cannot be true. You haven't met everyone yet!"