((( EJ )))

Thank you for saying that. I did feel that I was strong most times, because I was able to handle a lot without cracking.

When I got to the point where the wall of denial crashed and I had to face all of it, I beat the crap out of myself for being so "weak" because I couldn't handle it anymore.

I felt like a failure for not being able to swallow my tears anymore.

But now I understand that I wasn't weak at all, and that it takes a helluva lot more strength to face it all and cry, then to stuff it and deny.

I had to have been a strong child to have endured that and come out of it somewhat intact and standing.