So many things seem impossible. I have done hard things. I have achieved crazy things.
I am annoying and goofy and vain, but none of those things reduces me.
I am so tired of the sound of my own inner critic. I am so meticulous about myself, its so habitual.
Years of telling myself that I was nothing if I wasn't perfect - if I couldn't control everything.
Mental health stigma is rampant. I have worked day-in and day-out for years to build my sense of self-worth. I am not weakened by my burdens, but strengthened by my response to them. No, my trauma didn't make me strong. I did. Everytime I picked myself up and comforted myself, talked myself into taking another step forward. I don't believe that "everything happens for a reason", because some things are unreasonable. However, I do believe you are defined by your responses. I am defined by my actions, not by what has happened to me.