“I don’t want to be weak anymore.” “You are not weak.” I reached for her face again, my grip on her cheeks tighter than before. “I promise you that. Get that shit out of your head.” “It is true. You just witnessed it.” “I witnessed the psychological ramifications of an abusive household,” I said firmly, forcing her eyes on me. “I swear to you, Halley, you are not weak. You’re recovering. And recovery takes time. I’ll help you, if you need someone to talk to.”
