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. )