I think, boiled down, it's the feeling of helplessness that gets to us. And I think this is the truth—people who have been independent for years, or even decades, have forgotten the feeling of being under the control that binds you more firmly than any chain. Because it isn't oppression and anger that wraps us up in folds of confusion and angst and sadness and anger. No, that's not at all what binds us into this feeling of being lost in the middle of an ocean with no way to see.
It's the love that does it.
It's looking at the person who is hurting us and understanding that this is worse than anything, because if someone who hates us hurts us, we can turn away.
When it's someone we love, all we can do is turn towards their razor strikes and pray that we are strong enough to survive the beating.
And we know that we will embrace the blades of their pain, even if we aren't.
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I don't understand this. But I think it's really that I don't understand where it's coming from. :/
It came from the idea of being trapped in a home situation that is damaging. Not abusive, but not good. And on how, as a child, we can't truly hate our parents. We hurt worse because we almost always run back to them, to be hurt again. Because we love them and we crave their approval, even when they're causing us pain.
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