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Vulnerability Is A Crime.
Throughout my life, being fiercely independent has been a defining trait of mine.
It’s something that has helped me go through the ups and downs of life.
It has given me a sense of control over my circumstances.
I’ve always believed that I could handle anything that life threw at me on my own, without depending on anyone else.
However, as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that this self-reliance can sometimes be a double-edged sword.
It’s great to have faith in oneself, but there are moments when you simply can’t go it alone.
I’ve built a fortress around my emotions, convinced that I could handle whatever life threw at me.
I’ve worn a mask of invulnerability, a suit of armor that I thought would shield me from the inevitable pain and disappointments that life tends to talk out.
I’m not one to ask for help, it’s just not in my nature.
I’ve been conditioned to handle my healing, to put my head down and keep moving forward, no matter what.
