“I don’t feel strong,” she mutters. “Most of the time it feels like I’m constantly climbing out of this mental ditch while everyone around me is walking up mountains of success, but I’m still stuck, always ending up in the same place no matter how hard I try. I hate it.” I stuff my hands in my pockets, so I don’t do something stupid like pull her into my chest and never let her go. “Not everyone can climb up a mountain. That takes a hell of a lot more strength if you ask me.”
