Just woke up from a nap and I see on the TL
-all hell breaking loose in Mexico,
-someone calling Michael B Jordan a nigga at an award show
-a monkey carrying around a toy stuffed monkey because he being bullied by other monkeys
I’m going back to sleep cause
I Told my Therapist:
“I feel safest when I do everything alone.” She didn't even ask why. She just said, "That's not independence. That's grief. And I swear. I felt something in me break open.
Because it is grief, isn't it? Grief for every time you asked for help and no one showed up. Grief for being the child who had to hold it all together while everyone else fell apart. Grief for realizing way too young, that no one was ever really coming to save you. You didn't choose to be strong. You had to be.