Brave. That’s the word people use to describe you when you’re a victim and they want to support you but don’t know how. But I don’t feel brave. I feel broken.
I get this so deeply. I have always hated when people called me brave because first of all, what choice did I have but to survive? And secondly, I WISH I felt brave. It feels like a taunt every time I hear it, when I know that's not the intention behind the words, which only serves to make me feel guilty.
