I’m tired of being the strong one in our dysfunctional family. Growing up, younger siblings counted on me being strong. To have the grit and strength to help them through abusive and life-altering situations.
Over the years, the strength to persevere became unshakable due to domestic violence and other life-altering events. I’ve never questioned or lost the ability to be the strong one.
The strength to survive was built-in and always available whenever needed.
Being the Strong One
That is, until June 6th of 2014, when my brother, Clarence fell down at a Mental Health Facility in Albany, New York. While falling, he struck his head on the floor and sustained severe brain damage. Rushing him into emergency surgery, doctors removed some of his frontal brain and skull.