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Sarah Erwin's avatar

Some of us became “fine” so young

we mistook it for a personality.

The competent one.

The strong one.

The helper.

The listener.

The one who needed very little.

Until one day the body says otherwise.

Until exhaustion arrives.

Or grief.

Or illness.

Or love.

And suddenly we discover

that being able to carry everything

was never the same thing

as being meant to carry everything.

Healing has looked less like becoming stronger

and more like becoming honest.

Honest about my limits.

Honest about my needs.

Honest about the places where I still ache.

There is a strange tenderness

in allowing yourself to be held

after a lifetime of holding everyone else.

Not because you have failed.

But because you were never supposed to do this alone.

The strongest people I know

are not the ones who need nothing.

They are the ones who finally learned

to receive.

Debbi Rhodes, CMMR's avatar

This was beautiful and SO helpful! thank you!!!

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