someone stare directly into my eyes and tell me “I recognize that you are okay not because you should be and are destined to be and that’s what expected out of you and that’s how you’re designed to work and it just took you a while to understand something everyone else already fundamentally does; no, you’re okay because you had to be to move on with your life despite it all somehow, and were deprived of the validation of being a feeling breathing human being allowed to lose it and get lost in your emotions as anyone could in your situation, because there was never someone else to dependably be there to help drag you out of it.
No, I recognize that instead, you were always having to walk on the tightrope of being so so good at developing incredibly robust mental health which did eventually include learning to feel your emotions somatically and not just process them intellectually. And you’ve noticed developing this strong of a relationship with yourself, while gratifying, hasn’t been quite as necessary for others with more comfortable lives and support networks as it has been necessary for you,” and then make me the best comfort food pasta with steamed seasoned vegetables I’ve ever had and promise to love me forever and never let me suffer again
