Today I finally accepted that I am considered a strong person. I say I finally accepted because for so long I hated that it qualified me to be judged for having weak moments or tested to measure my personal endurance. For a long time being strong warranted a lack of support because I can figure it out or trials and situations that would break the average person because it wouldnt affect me. Through it all I hated myself and even my circumstances because I HAD to be strong. It became who I am. I was so strong that I ignored guidance and found it on my own because I felt when or if it went wrong the very ones who advised me wouldnt be there to repair the damage. Today I have accepted that true strength lies in needing help and being willing to admit it. It comes from knowing your limits and setting boundaries for those who test them. I am proud to be strong because my strength is now subtle and does not require me to be bold or demanding. I am strong because I survived all that I went through and can help those going through the same. There is no real strength in doing things selfishly but rather to help your fellow man. Sometimes the struggle is never about you at all but rather about those you reach through your will to survive til the end.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 20:41:06 +0000
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