Neither your cruelty nor your kindness have anything to do with me.
I can stop trying to please or ameliorate or grovel or lie or be grateful or tiptoe.
I don’t have to hide or avoid or ignore: I can speak up. I can question. I can disagree.
My opinions matter. My feelings matter. I am not stupid or foolish.
I can protect myself now, and also ask for help; and ask and ask and ask until I receive it.
I exist. I take up space.
I am welcome here.
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