I made it.
I feel it in my bones.
I am stronger. I am wiser. I am happier. I am free.
I accept that my abundant care was naive.
As it was ridiculed a masquerade of the stereotype of crazy only a woman is perceived to be.
Now, looking back, i am thankful.
For the formidable woman I was raised to be by other formidable women, who taught me, that those who expect us to fit crazy female moulds are those who are scared.
Scared of the power of our uniqueness.
Scared of the power of our care.
I am indeed free.
We are indeed free.