August 3rd, 2024
Body hurts. Death scares me. Brain damage scares me more. I've never felt more insignificant.
I've been thinking about codependence and how it makes me feel like a fake person, and how that relates to my childhood best friend.
There's not something special I have to offer her. The only reason she has to tell me she believes that I was abused is kindness. I suppose this isn't unique to me though.
Even if I felt like I wasn't a real person, I still deserved love and respect and kindness. I didn't just become a "real" person just because of recognising my hurt.
This is something I want to believe. It must be the foundation of any attempt to undo internalised hatred.
