Adamantine
2009. I was dealing with: Being a full time, non-traditional student (aka older) at a rigorous university. My new ADHD diagnosis. In the middle of a sexual harassment lawsuit against my previous school. PTSD from that experience and the fact that my abuser killed himself and blamed me. AND? I was on the team who caught a man named John Towery spying on peace activists in Olympia and Tacoma Washington. So I was getting random harassment from cops and some others.
Oh yeah. And my marriage was falling apart due to what we now know was the beginnings of my husband's dementia.
THEN my husband had a series of strokes, and that was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. I had to give up my dream of having a 4 year degree, and a professional career as an art therapist.
And some people had the audacity to throw this kind of inspirational bullshit at me. It got to the point that I started saying anyone who tells me God does things for a reason, or anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger, anyone who told me that I was going to kick in the balls.
Because I have been through enough to be fucking adamantine. And that doesn't make ANY of it better.