Here, adding this:

This is what I meant. Damage is damage. What happened to us happened. It’s what we DO with that which determines the quality of our lives, and the lives of those we love.

I talked about surviving; that is what I did. We humans can adapt to unbelievably inhumane conditions. But, not everyone does. The next line in “A Farewell to Arms” is:

But those that will not break, it kills.

I’m not afraid of my broken places. Don’t you worry about me, mister. ❤

(actually, do. I love that you worry about me. thank you. )

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.