I am flawed in every sense of the word.
I am a damaged soul; a tough girl; an unaffectionate, unsympathetic human being.
I am a woman who was raised to believe that showing affection and sensitivity meant that I was a weak individual.
I am a person who is guarded and refuses to let anyone knock down these walls, which surrounds me for protection from those who are out to hurt me.
I am a wounded warrior who is still standing and fighting in my battle of dealing with my chronic illness.
I am becoming emotionally numb and prefer to be alone, rather than to be surrounded by others.
I am a person who does not know how to be emotionally supportive to others, because no one was ever emotionally supportive towards me.
I am an animal lover becuase, I connect with them better than I connect with humans; they understand me more than I am understood by humans.
I am a person with a strong mind and strong personality, which almost makes me seem robotic.
I am a person who wants to change for the better, but the past will not allow me to build an emotionally and mentally healthier foundation for my future.
I am a person who needs to be able to love and be loved, cherish and be cherished, caring and cared for without the fear of rejection or neglect.
I am not a forgiving person and refuse to forgive those who have hurt me, but I want to be able to let go and let God.
I am a work in progress with a long way to go until I reach recovery, but this is a war that I willing to continue to fight until the very end.