(If you can’t see it, because sometimes it disappears, there is a meme above that says “You are not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.”
Except, we were.
Well, at first other people set us on fire. First, those who thought it was a good thing to keep us warm. Then, by people who wanted to be warm themselves.
Slowly, though, we were expected to take over the fire lighting. Do you know what that’s like when a six-year old, or a nine-year-old realizes she must (metaphorically) strike a match and light herself ablaze because the SHE she is isn’t what was expected, what was wanted? Watch and feel the agony as she burns to a crisp, roots and all, along with everything she holds dear, because her “new family” wants the warmth, but can’t stand the tree.
Then we are told how wonderful it is that we are doing this.
It’s a hard habit to break, but I am attempting to rise from the ashes.