09/06/2026
There is a dark side to strength.
We celebrate the woman who can handle everything.
The one who keeps going.
The one everyone calls.
The one who holds everyone else together.
But what happens when she doesn’t know how to hold herself?
What happens when being strong becomes a survival skill?
When everyone believes you’re okay because you’ve become really good at functioning while you’re not?
And perhaps the hardest part...
What happens when you’ve spent so much of your life carrying everyone else that you don’t even know what you need anymore?
I’m learning that vulnerability isn’t the opposite of strength.
Rest isn’t weakness.
Asking for help isn’t failure.
And breaking doesn’t mean you’re broken beyond repair.
Sometimes the strongest thing we can do is stop proving how much we can endure.
Strength is beautifully broken.
And healing doesn’t always mean becoming who you were before.
Sometimes it means finally discovering who you are underneath everything you’ve had to survive.