What's So Bad About Being Me? The Million Dollar Question

I almost want to link back to a post I made about this part of my journey directly, but this is for reflection, not dwelling. One of my nearest and dearest friends in high school called me and essentially ended my friendship one day because someone pretending to be me was mean to her over the phone and she wouldn't believe that I wouldn't do it. 

I was away at uni in my second year when this friendship blew up, and I was finally starting to settle into the person I would become. I had stable friends, was enjoying my studies and felt safe, and the combination punch of this betrayal and the absurdity of the reason for it left me reeling and feeling powerless.

I remember calling Nell in tears that night asking why shit like this happens to me. It was a bit of a pity party, but the overwhelming feeling of being abandoned again made me angry for one of the few times in my life. It was painful, but galvanising.

I might be damaged goods by this point in the process, but I know who I am and what I stand for. I was burned so much as a kid that by the time I was staring down the barrel of adulthood, I was ready to fight for myself this one time.

7. What's So Bad