This girl has a problem with pride and it ain't pretty. Asking for help is treachery. Letting my guard down is something I've never really done. I hate being vulnerable. I'm so used to projecting an image of strength that letting you see my weakness is a non-negotiable. Pride will kill you faster than weakness. Weakness shows you're human, something I always felt was a cop-out. Maybe that's why I hate doctors' offices. They have to find my weakness so I can be strong.
Truth is a b, even if it does set you free.