Sometimes

I think about the things I've lived through, been through, and I can barely believe I've survived. I relive those moments again in my head with absolute clarity, and it feels like I am watching someone else live my memories. It can't be me. I couldn't have gone through something so horrific and still be alive. I'm not that strong. My memories seem like deception, but alas, they are true. Every single moment is true. Sometimes...I don't believe my own mind's recalling. How can I be here, when I was there? How can I have lived through that without losing my mind, my heart, my soul?