We spent 12 years sharing the same room and watched each other grow up.
I used to be proud of the fact that we survived our hellish childhood. These past two years have shown me that we haven't survived all that well.
I used to feel proud of the fact that I not only survived but succeeded; feeling amazed at that fact while watching my other siblings struggle in their adulthood.
Today I don't feel proud or successful. Today I feel...sad.