Saw a quote on tumblr today:

Damaged people are dangerous. They know what they can survive.

– Josephine Hart

I feel like I’ve needed someone to speak these words for years. Yes, I’ve been hurt and abused. I’ve been dumped, cheated on, beaten. I’ve been screamed at. I caught on fire. I’m covered in scars. I have depression. I have anxiety. I’m overweight. I’m not a prize catch.

I have a disability that can hit at any moment, knocking me to the ground. Still, I work out. I go to work. I live my fucking life.

People don’t take me seriously a lot of the time. Most of the time. Generally, people think I’m a joke until something bad happens, and then they realize I’m tough as nails and willing to push hard to do what needs to be done.

Yes, I’m damaged. Every time something happens I come back stronger.

This blog is the story of me. It’s got a lot of sad things, hard things, funny things. But when you’re reading my blog, it’s easy to slip into the idea that you’re just reading a story, and it’s not a real person at the other end.

I am real. I am tough. I am prepared to survive nearly anything life throws at me.

I’m going to write that quote down to remember for the future, because I think I’m going to need it.