“I’ve learned that weakness is a sign of strength.”– L4
Growing up I use to think weakness was something that had to be masked. Don’t let them see you fail and hide the imperfections. I can’t quite figure out why I, and so many of us, feel that way. My parents never made me feel I had to be brave all the time, so where did it come from? I used to be a perfectionist, so I probably digested the feeling that weakness didn’t align with perfection. These days I’m perfectly imperfect and proud to be that way!
Along my journey of life, I had no choice but to succumb to weakness. I had no amount of strength to pretend to be happy or positive. I let go of everything I perceived to be true up until this point and let my world break right in front of everyone. It was freeing and it allowed my mind to understand how brave I was to let my emotions go in front of family, friends and even strangers. Weakness taught me how to embrace my dark thoughts, which helped my pull my soul from the weeds. It taught me to cry every second I felt like doing so and not apologize for it. I learned how to sit in silence and be ok with not having one thought. I felt how deep one could go when faced with despair they never felt before. Weakness taught me lessons about myself that I’m proud of, but also ones that I never want to revisit again. I tapped into a place in my mind that I wouldn’t have known existed if I didn’t give myself a break.
I now know that weakness is an incredibly strong character trait to possess. It means you allow your mind to feel every ounce of a moment. It means you live through your pain instead of covering it up without ever learning a lesson. I am strong because I accept weakness as a part of life. I am strong because I can be weak!