I've been basking in sadness lately. Typically, it's much easier for me to feel sad than angry about traumatic experiences, especially when they involve people who should've cared.
On a different note, in a conversation with my abusive ex about toxic people in my life, he said: "You aren't better than them." (His goal was to chip away at any amount of self-esteem I had at the time.)
I said, "Yes. Yes, I am."
I love this memory.
At any rate, if you can rise above s**t like that, it says a lot.
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“The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
— from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot