Moving On.

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The part of me that used to find comfort in being overly dependant on people is fading. I am finding comfort in the fact that I cannot please everyone. I am someone who used to NEED everyone to like me, or at least for no one to dislike me, because being liked is safe. No one can hurt you if everyone likes you.

But the truth is no one can hurt if you they dislike you, either. The only way they can hurt you is if you let them hurt you. They used to hurt me in the past, by bullying me, or beating me. Being disliked was horrifying, because it meant physical and emotional pain. Now, though, they can't. They can't physically hurt me, because that would be against the law. They can't verbally harass me, because I could just walk away. In the past this wasn't possible. In the past I had to endure it. In the past I had no control.

I was helpless, as most children are to the indecencies of domestic abuse and school bullying. The fear was justified back then. The need to please everyone was a safety mechanism. But, not anymore. Now, it is just outdated. It's a relic of my subconscious that is still deeply rooted within. The fear is no longer real. All that's left is an illusion of fear, an illusion that I am slowly starting to unveil.