They say, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”…..I don’t agree. Some things that didn’t kill me, came so close that they’re still damaging. They didnt make me better. Some things made me worse. And can’t that be okay too? Can’t some things just break you?
This whole fucking world wants you to believe that admitting defeat makes you weak. For God’s sake bleed. And bleed openly. There can be pride in vulnerability. Honesty in maturity. And really, its the things that DID kill me that made me…
Allow yourself to hurt. You have to experience weakness to be have strength. You have to accept defeat to win. It’s normal. It’s life.