She’s tired of pretending she’s fine, when everybody’s looking at her like they obviously think she’s got a screw loose. At least now they’ll know why. She reminds herself it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Her illness is a sign of her humanity.
I despise people who think that compassion and tenderness and fear are signs of weakness. They are the greatest signs of strength in this world. It is so easy to judge someone who has seen and been through terrible things. It's so much harder to truly understand their grief or sorrow or pain. I understand this feeling all too well.
