And I often wonder about strength. Where do we find it? Faith? Friends? Family?
The die-hards here will say strength comes from detaching and GAL. Feeling like you matter for who you are, not for what you do for someone.
But for people like me (and maybe you?) the things we do for others are the things that make us feel strong. So it hurts twice as much when the one person we want to help is the one person who doesn’t want our help.
That’s when it’s time to drop the rope. I did it last night. Hardest thing I’ve ever done. I feel like I want to vomit.
You’re doing the right thing by talking about it. Let it out.
H: 35 W: 33 M: 11 T: 13
4/10/18: I discovered A and confronted ("BD1") 6/23/18: I moved out 8/31/18: MC ends ("BD2")