Mine is not another one of those stories of our struggles making us stronger.
I’m not saying struggles can’t make us stronger. But what about when they don’t? We’re somehow made to feel like failures if we can’t appreciate our trials, our sicknesses, our loss. Seriously? Sorrow shaming! Why do we do that?
… So this isn’t a story of gratitude although I’m grateful for every new day. This isn’t a success story although I’ve achieved more than I ever thought possible.
This is just my story. I’m not healed. I’m also not broken. I’m just doing my best to love and be true to myself, scars and all. My struggles have simply revealed the strength I had within me all along and reminded me that time is too short to be anything but my best.