Attacked by serial killer and lived to tell the tale

We all have our purpose, after it first happended people would tell me how lucky I was to be alive. Let me tell you I did not feel lucky. I felt like an elephant was standing on my chest for 6 months. It was unbearable and I still hurt because my ribs which they had to rip open to save my life didn't heal right. It took me a few years to open myself up to God and to say yes Lord I'm listening.

Have you written about it? Like a book or a magazine article? Or would it be too personal to share in that way?

I'm seriously thinking about it at this time. It's been eleven years now and my post traumatic stress is not as bad and I am more willing to talk about it now. I no longer feel it's my fault. I'm getting used to the pain. Yes, I probably will write about it, thank you for asking.