Unappreciated yet "Ungrateful bastard"
The choice of words for this title can be seen as quite harsh. I concede. But unfortunately, reality itself is really harsh.
When one is stretched way too thin, nobody sees, nobody hears, nobody seems to even try to understand.
To be able to save my own a$s, I had to resort to various highly destructive strategies, because, believe it or not, the politically correct ones were not as effective as primarily presumed.
What angers me to this day is the lack of accountability about the pain bestowed on me younger self. Why should I still care are you asking? You are healed, your life is fine! "Cállate la boca!" Suck it up b!tch! Stop complaining and serve us some more!
The b!atch is tired. She reached her limits a long time ago. Whenever I say that mental health f*cking matters, I mean it with every fiber of my imperfect and wounded being.
One can argue that, like countless others, I have been silently too strong for too long. But let me tell you, that those who suffer in silence and are always caring for others, despite their own burdens, are the most wounded and yet compassionate ones. The mastery of your own pain makes you more innerstanding and comprehending to that of others. That is to say that pain is a twisted gift.
When tragedy strucked my family, my gaze immediately shifted towards the strongest of them. Because behind her laughter, I could feel her pain. Why are women always supposed to be the bigger person? Why do women have to burden everyone else's issues plus her own on her own, with a smile on her lips.
It is the fate of every daughter in every family, irrespective of culture, geography, religion or ethnicity? Sommes nous toutes vos baudets? Sometimes I wonder if the phallocratic and capitalistic order is not just a wicked altar erected to sacrifice our daughters.
This piece of work is for all the "ungrateful" daughters out there. Your list of sins, my precious thorny flowers, is as follows: Putting up boundaries Reaching your limits, even though sometimes you've already outsourced from your reserves. Saying that you have needs. Saying you've been hurt. The biggest one yet, is having your own dreams and aspirations!
Guess what, even though I have v*gina, I am a motherf*ck*ng human too! I have feelings. I get tired. I can get hurt. I have needs. I have dreams. You know what? Go put your guilt and shame up into someone else digestive tract's ending or just choke on it. D*mmed society!!!