Its crazy how you can be a mostly functional child despite the endless abuse you faced and then you hit between 18 and your 20s and suddenly your body and mind are like "Heyyy so tutorial over and now you're going to become crippled from all that survival and trauma, good luck!"
the angry daughter. the unlovable, the backup friend. the over sensitive one, the mirrorball. the forgotten birthday. the least favourite child. but somehow the most needed. the burnout daughter.