In February 1993 hours a survivor of sexual assault stabbed multiple times by the enemy and left to die in my own blood. But God said no, you shall not die but live and declare the works of me. I woke up in the hospital after being intensive care for four to five days all at once. My world was shattered up until that instant. My life. And great, I didn't know pain inside. To deal with this aftermath of almost losing my life, I developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which I was told was very normal considering what I had been through.