Being Strong.

Growing up I was always told, “You are so strong” and “I wish I had your strength”. At that time I resented the word strong. Little did they know that I did not want to be strong, but was forced to become strong. The reality is that being strong is exhausting. Yes, I am proud of myself for standing tall through the things that life has thrown at me. I am proud that no matter what I never let go of my kindness. I am proud that I did not let go of the heart that I have. I am proud that I am here still having hope that no matter what everything will be okay. Yet, I am exhausted by this strength. I want support. I want the love. I want the understanding. I have realized that being strong means being able to ask for help when you need it. Being strong means that you can take time for yourself. Being strong is being able to stay true to yourself and your emotions. So yes, I am strong. I am strong when I ask for help. I am strong for having moments of doubt. I am strong for being kind when the world has treated me with unkindness. Being strong isn’t something I resent anymore. I was able to realize what having true strength meant.

I want to say thank you to everyone who realized my strength and I want to remind you that strength comes in all shapes and sizes. You are strong and you have the strength to get through it all.