Defining Life

I have this crazy obsession with strength. Physical. Mental. Emotional. And when I say obsession I mean, addiction. This true kind. The kind that frowns upon any form of weakness. Maybe it’s because as a child I found myself in many helpless situations. And I won’t go into detail but I have a story that is typical. The story of a girl raised by a single “sometimes-working-a-double-to-feed-me” mom and somewhat by a fairytale stepdad and absent birth father. People coming in and out of my life and in and out of my house. There wasn’t a lot of protection surrounding me. Anyway…that’s why as an adult, strength has become my main focus. Physical. I’ll lift anything on my own. If I see anyone carrying anything and it seems that they are struggling I will take it. I'll hold doors for the person in from of me with 2 bags while I carry 5 bags. I never ever ask for help. The few times that I have had to move, I never asked for help. That was dumb. I was sore every single time. Bu