Stronger

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…or at least that’s what Kelly Clarkston says.

People always say to me “I don’t know how you do it, you’re so strong!”

My therapist says I’m strong.

I tell her “I don’t have a choice”

I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Have a mental breakdown and be committed somewhere for PTSD, depression and anxiety?

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

I’ve got two children and a dog that depend on me for literally everything. I don’t have the luxury of a mental breakdown. So, each day I get up, put on my big girl panties and fucking deal with it.

But then she tells me something I never considered…

“But you do have a choice. Even just the fact that you think you don’t makes you strong”

Huh. There’s a thought.

Never once did it occur to me that I even had a choice to be anything but strong.

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