I’m tired of being the strong one. I had to be the strong one in our dysfunctional family growing up the younger siblings was counting on me. I’ve always had the strength to make it through the tough situations in life.
Over the years, that force was made even stronger due to domestic abuse and other life altering events. I never questioned this strength or lost the ability to have strength.
The strength was always there for me whenever I needed it.
Then in June of 2014, my brother became severely injured with a life-threatening injury, and once again I had to step up, be the strong one and do my Mothers job.