The word is character and I also had a journal entry about resilience.
The character that I played in real life turned out to be resilient, struggling but staying strong, true to my convictions, and my rage quieted.
I had lots of characters try to control my life. One was a psychiatrist, another a close male friend (who turned out was probably a pedophile), my ex-church, my family, my ex-husband. While I was not the best mother, I did the best I could, and I did protect them from these characters.
I was scared, I was lonely, I was abandoned, I was poor, but having my kids kept me on the path to freedom. I constantly have to remind myself that I am a strong, resilient woman. I’m here today as a survivor, and I’m learning how to live life.
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