All my life I’ve put on a tough act like everything is fine when I was falling apart on the inside. I thought that’s what strength meant.
I’ve found it’s the exact opposite. That’s the definition of weakness. I think the true definition of strength is honesty. Being honest with what place you are in and taking it for what it is. That’s how we grow, that’s how we really truly become happy and the brave face doesn’t have to be an act anymore. I think being honest is one of the bravest things you can ever do. So many people lie to themselves every day it’s insane.
You can only lie to yourself for so long before it catches up to you. But once you make a habit of being honest with yourself it’s the most freeing thing in the world. Learning to be honest with myself and others helped me gain a sense of perspective and find a way out of the rut I was in and look at where I am now. SO HAPPY. With SO MUCH to be grateful for.
I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s ok to feel however you feel and it’s ok to show it. Not just ok, but necessary. Keep your chin up, embrace where you are even when you don’t want to, and KEEP MOVING FORWARD. I promise one day you’ll look back and see how strong it made you.