I used to believe my strength lies in my ability to go through tough times and not talk about them; not show that I’m hurting. But only recently have I realized the enormous amount of strength that rather lies in letting things out. In admitting it’s been a hard day. In expressing anger and pain. In choosing not to swallow in the hard feelings, and in listening to them out loud. It’s a miracle we’re able to go through so much on our own on most days, and yet there’s beauty in sharing and allowing others the space to give us the pat we need on the shoulder, every once in a while.
