I have cried every single day for so long, telling myself I have the strength. Most days, I've barely made it through. I've faked smiles, put on the pretend "it's all good" just to make others feel comfortable. Today, I feel better, but I know it's always there - lurking like the predator that it is; waiting for my next vulnerable moment to pounce and devour me...another attempt to take me out of the game for good.
The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.