We don’t treat people like we treat oranges because people are not things. No one can treat you like an orange. No one can take your juice aka... your power.
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I can smile and make jokes, I can wear the mask. But when I'm alone in the kitchen or in the shower, my eyes start to leak and I dig my fingernails into my palms.
You will feel guilty for boring people and turning into the really really dull person you swore you wouldn't be before you had kids.
I've created routines, bought activity books, depended a little too much sometimes on Peppa Pig. I've forced myself to go out, to face the demon.
I felt like dying. There was no hope of reprieve. This was what my life had become. Frantic worry about what I might or might not do to damage her. Not all the time. But any time I was alone with her.