I keep seeing people say “everything happens for a reason” or “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” but I’m not sure I believe it anymore. Yes, I’ve survived a lot. But some of it just hurt. Some of it left scars. I’m not sure I grew stronger, maybe just more guarded. More tired. A bit more alone in some ways.
I’m not wallowing, I’ve built a good life and I keep going. But I don’t know if I needed those hard things to become who I am. Maybe I’d be just as strong or stronger without them.
AIBU to feel like not everything that happens to you is secretly good for you?