What is reality, but a shared delusion? What are the worlds, but different outcomes, different beginnings, different endings. What is a story, but a fiction misplaced from its proper world?
Madness string 111863
I'm strong and I hate that I am. I'm strong because I wouldn't have survived the abuse if I wasn't. I'm strong because I've largely been taking care of myself since I was 7 years old. I'm so strong that when someone tries to take care of me, I physically recoil and don't know how to respond. It sucks and I'm actively working with my therapist to allow weak moments back into my life. Being 'strong' is almost never a good thing.