For a long time, I believed strength meant protecting myself, staying guarded, and holding my emotions tightly.
For so long, I thought strength meant being unbreakable....putting up walls, closing my heart, and refusing to let anyone or anything hurt me.
It was survival mode....I thought that if I could just stay strong enough, I’d never have to feel pain, fear or helplessness.
That kind of strength is exhausting. It’s lonely. And over time, I realized it wasn’t strength at all. True strength isn’t about how much you can endure ... it's about how open you can stay, even after life has left its marks on you.
Now, I see strength differently. True strength isn’t about how well I can shield my heart... It’s about how gently I can open it. It’s about trusting that I am safe, I can rise again, softer, stronger, and more connected to the truth of who I am. That I am worthy of love, and that I can hold space for myself, no matter what comes my way.
This shift hasn’t been easy. It’s like learning to walk a new path, one where I meet myself with compassion. It’s a process of unlearning old habits, letting go of what no longer serves me, and allowing myself to soften. I’m discovering that love doesn’t make me weaker, it makes me whole.
So here I am, in the middle of the rebuilding. It’s messy, it’s vulnerable, but it’s also beautiful. Because every day, I’m becoming more of who I was always meant to be: someone who doesn’t just survive but thrives, who moves through life with an open heart and an unshakable love for herself.
Ewelina ❤️
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