At least I can be tolerated ... as long as we stay out of each others’ way. 

What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger ... and then I get so mad at what almost killed me for almost killing me that I forget my own strength. 

I stop to question whether or not I’ve done more damage than good ... and realize that pausing to do so gives everyone else, anyone else, the opportunity to assume the worst about me.

Listing the negatives doesn’t help ... but refusing to relive the whole experience over again in my mind just might. 

I’m too broken to be loved ... in the ways that I think I want yet am too scared to believe I might possibly deserve.

And suddenly I’m thrust in to a world of doubt and denial ... and that’s all I can see. 

The punishment is to acknowledge it’s a cycle ... and feel helpless to stop it. 

It’s draining, taxing, exhausting ... but sleep puts up a middle finger at all this complaining. 

Fuuuuuuuuck. 

Coping skills to work on: 1) Admit the hardship 2) Acknowledge that I am surviving it 3) Practice self-care 

I’ve flunked. Again. 

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. :)