With my circumstances, denial was an escape from the brutal reality that I suffered as a child.
Denial gave me security; I felt safe not accepting.
Denial empowered me with control over myself; I chose who I was, how I acted when in reality I was none of the above.
Denial kept me away from all external harm of others, but in the shadows, the real harm lurked in secret; myself.
To be or not to be. Even now, I debate with myself. Because denial is safety, and how can we adapt to something so…unfamiliar?