A moment that made me realise I was stronger than I thought was getting through times in my life where I genuinely didn’t know if I would.
I’ve struggled with my mental health at different times, and I’ve gone through some very dark patches. The kind of dark where you can’t really explain it properly to people unless they’ve been somewhere close to it themselves.
There were times I honestly thought, I don’t know how I get out of this.
But somehow I did.
Not neatly.
Not prettily.
Not with some inspiring little quote stuck on the fridge.
I just kept going.
Some days that meant doing the bare minimum. Some days that meant getting through the day and calling that enough. Some days it meant being there for my sons even when I felt like I had nothing left in me.
And looking back now, I think that was strength.
Not the loud kind.
Not the “look at me, I’m so brave” kind.
Just the quiet, stubborn kind.
The kind where life knocks you flat, and eventually, even if it takes a while, you get back up.
That’s when I realised I was stronger than I thought.
Because I went through dark times I never thought I’d get out of.
But I did.
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