You were able to. And you were certainly stubborn enough to continue to exist, despite every mental attack that happens during the time we've known each other.

You have your own identity. Your own existence. You have a husband and a child, even if you feel you don't deserve them. You have people around you that see you as "Shiyoko", not as "a personality", regardless of what you're currently feeling.

... Honestly, I almost envy you.