We are very special people. We are born into a world that at best does not understand and often loathes us.
We can be outcasts.
We suffer lives that can return in tortured screams at night.
We have eggshells as our body armour.
We can suffer profound hurt by comments and remarks that 'normal' people cast off.
I can still be reduced to despair when accidentally misgendered. An email that calls refers to me as 'he' can instill sorrow - and anger.
Many of us seek sanctuary in drugs that block our brains. We can then suffer in the stupor of a haze.
It doesn't work of course, we still suffer, we are just temporarily defocused.
We can accept ourselves; we can meet like minded people and realise that we are not alone.
We can then weep together and become a family of the grief ridden.
But we are family.
Families argue and hurt each other, usually not meaning to. But we do.
We have lives protected by an eggshell.
Some shells are made from steel, others from fairy floss, some are so raw and some are so strong that we think we are invulnerable from hurt.
But we are not.
Let us reflect.
Our eggshells are ours.
Let us protect each other and not break each others eggshells.
I'm Cindy, and I'm crying because I think I have lost friends, their shells were not as strong as mine.
