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Thanx for the titles. I will make a trip to the bookstore on payday.
I have always felt like I was just barely "hanging on" and always wondered what it would take to push me completely over the edge (although I now think I have been there a few times and was too stubborn to admit it) and when it would happen.
Sometimes it seems like the most exhausting part of all of it was pretending that everything was ok. Although everyone in my family was/is pretty messed up it was never ok for me to be. I had to be the strong one.
Keeping the mask in place took the most energy because it was so false. For all that the world saw my stength on the inside I was a boiling pot of insecuries and pain. I could not allow myself to heal because to do that would mean that I had to admit that I was weak. And weak is bad. It doesn't survive.
I have always felt like I was just barely "hanging on" and always wondered what it would take to push me completely over the edge (although I now think I have been there a few times and was too stubborn to admit it) and when it would happen.
Sometimes it seems like the most exhausting part of all of it was pretending that everything was ok. Although everyone in my family was/is pretty messed up it was never ok for me to be. I had to be the strong one.
Keeping the mask in place took the most energy because it was so false. For all that the world saw my stength on the inside I was a boiling pot of insecuries and pain. I could not allow myself to heal because to do that would mean that I had to admit that I was weak. And weak is bad. It doesn't survive.