#strongfortoolong

[angelauniversalsky]

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[giahuydinh94]

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[behappyordietryin]

Strong For Too Long.

Many say that “you never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice”

But what if being strong is all you know to be? What if you only realize how strong you are once your life has been laid out before you?

“You are the strongest person I know” “I knew you were strong, but wow, you truly are” “I know you’ll continue to be strong” “I still feel bad, you’ve gone through so much”

When someone asks me about my past and the obstacles I have faced, I never truly know how to answer appropriately. How much do I share? Where do I begin? Do I start from square one? Do I start with the day it all began?

The first day of the rest of my life.

The door was cracked. He came in, kissed my forehead, and told me that everything would be okay. But as a young girl, I questioned, what was everything? Everything already appeared okay, so how could I ask for anything more than happiness?

But the screams. They were so loud, so distinct, and I still hear her screams in my dreams.

I can remember my fingers fumbling over the keys, shielded behind the bathroom door, it had become my responsibility to call for help. And soon, watching the red and blue lights flash from the rear window, how could I ever learn to forget?

Maybe I could begin with the memories:

The memories of the horrid light tuna whole grain sandwiches I ate every day, washed down with a diet pepsi, wondering when I would get to go home again. Home. I couldn’t even remember what home was.

Or potentially, begin by explaining the time I ran away. The day I never wanted to accept. The day I considered ruining my mother’s wedding.

Or ran away to safety, far from the man I would soon call my enemy, only to be followed, threatened, and drug back into the black hole I was trying my hardest to crawl from.

Maybe with girlfriend #1 or #15. Maybe the pathological liar. The hooker. The carpet lady. Pizza girl. Pink choker. Blue Frog. Nice pond. California. Buttered walls. Tobacco clouds.

Maybe it was ex-wife #2. The evil stepmother, who refused to let Cinderella go to the ball. Cook. Clean. Watch my kids. “Oh, by the way, fatass, my size 4 jeans could never fit your size 12 hips.”

Yeah, she was a nice one.

Was it my time to score? My time to dribble down the fresh cut grass? Or was it your personal agenda to start a scene and embarrass me? Maybe that’s why I quit the soccer team.

Was it watching him grip the steering wheel? Headlights glaring into the trees. Threatening to run off the road or smash his head through the window.

Or the post-it, stuck to the glass, reading “I tried”. For the third time. Could you tell me what exactly you tried? What did you try to do? Besides never believe my sighs, my screams, my pleads to leave.

Was it coming out? And being told I was just in a phase? That to others this phase transformed me into “a waste of a human” who did not deserve to love or be loved, let alone to live.

“You should just kill yourself”. Worthless.

Or every day that I lie and hide behind a smile, a joke, a laugh, just to seem normal. Only to appear broken, confused, useless, left in the dust when the truth appears.

Was it muttering stop? Sober. Pinned. Obliterated.

Just how every girl dreams of losing her virginity, right?

Or was it my “best friend”, your girlfriend, spreading lies of my “rumors”, and blaming me for damaging her car. Standing on my porch, internally screaming in her family’s faces “HOW CAN YOU TRUST A GIRL WHO CALLED ME A WHORE”, and my all-time personal favorite, “THE MAN SHE BROUGHT HOME TO DINNER RAPED ME”.

Maybe it was the day I watched an office chair fly at my head.

Or the candle.

Probably the remote.

Most likely the shattered mirror.

Was it the day I fulfilled many of their wishes? Under so many sheets. Drunk. High. Too sober.

One even bared a ring.

Or the day I slit my wrist. And the sting that rung in my ears like Sunday morning church bells. One that I never wished to hear again.

What about the day days I laid on cold hardwood floors, screaming, gasping, and digging my fingernails into my own skin, begging to make the pain end?

Maybe it was my one meal a day. A blueberry muffin on the way.

The fat pinching. The scale. 5k-a-day and 3 hours of weights.

Was it being called a puppy dog whore?

Or maybe it was ‘falling in love’ and watching you walk away? Like I was nothing. Like we were nothing. Left to search for your face inside every man I meet every single day.

                No expectations. I liked it that way.

Possibly the glow of the oncoming headlights that left me warm, calm, my daily consideration of running my car off the road.

Just to make it all disappear.

Potentially, the addiction to sleeping pills? That didn’t last long once whiskey came into the picture.

Was it while I was being cornered in the gym hall bathroom, at a homecoming dance, by 20+ girls, threating my life?

Or my textbooks in the locker room toilet.

Or my diary pages taped to the walls.

Or my missing clothes after PE.

                Or anonymous messages online.

Or maybe it was my daily luncheons with the principal, the guidance counselor, my English teacher. Was I safe? Or did I just provide more ground for the others to cover?

Is it depriving a young woman the ability to look her father in the eye?

The ability to read a Father’s Day card thanking a father for all that he has provided her and believe that they do not apply.

The ability to trust and love her father in the way she did when he was her world, her hero, hers.

[xxwishfulthinkingx-blog]

#cry #tears #strongfortoolong #strong #sad #sadquotes #sadness #staystrong #staystrongquotes #akf #alwayskeepfighting #itsokaytobenotokay #youareenough #youarestrong #youarestrongenough

[niea999]

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[lanakilamiller]

This is so true. We all have are own and being able to tell my medical battles and not be scared to go to a doctor and find something new wrong I think of it as being strong, I've been fighting for 7 years and done so much referrals, advice, connections as well as met people through this adventure that have helped me so much understand my fights better than doctors, be my own advocate and fight for myself. I have the empathy of those going through exactly what I am and support me, even though we are complete strangers who've never met but have a friendship through social media they give me knowledge and strength to keep fighting. Also the family and few friends who are still by my side you know who you are I love you for understanding I don't have a choice in what's going on I just accept it and then keep moving on. #strength #yourstory #yourstorymatters #yourstoryisntoveryet #thehappynow #healthandwellness #fit #inspiration #projectsemicolon #love #anxiety #ptsd #strongfortoolong #story #silentanger #fighter

[meganne813]

Allie: Do you think our love can make miracles? Duke: I do. Allie: Do you think our love, can take us away together? Duke: I think our love can do anything we want it to. Allie: I love you. Duke: I love you, Allie. Allie: Good night. Duke: Good night. I'll be seeing you... #thenotebook #imsorry #crying #iloveyou #imissyou #strongfortoolong #imessedup

[kellylovescheryl-blog-blog]

#100happydays #day25 I didn't do one yesterday because I had a really down day and nothing actually popped out to me that made me happy as I had one of my bad days but as I've thought about it now I think actually people need to be told it's ok not to be happy sometimes, it's ok to cry and be sad, it doesn't show weakness it just shows you have been strong for too long and need to let things out. So for anyone that is reading this who is having/have had bad days or knows someone that does remember to tell yourself and others that it's ok to have them, it's alright to not always be strong and put that smile on your face, you sometimes need to let things out and have a good cry because it does keep you sane💗👌 #itsoknottobeok #unhappy #baddays #staystrong #depression #strongfortoolong #keepsmiling #dontworry #itsok

[toyoungtobethissad]

[l0veorlie]

hiding the tears, picking up the pieces and leaving them behind . . .

[cherealphoto-blog]

Some #masks are so #believable and others you can see right through them. #walls #strongfortoolong

[lilredjellybean]

Give me strength... they say, that which does not kill you makes you stronger. Perhaps, after much time, reflection, and potential break downs and fits of crying. If that's the case, I sure hope I turn out pretty strong. Like Popeye, when he eats spinach. Yes.

goodnight.

[hiden-behind-a-fake-smile-blog]

#StrongForTooLong

[toyoungtobethissad]

[dpat175]

#cry #quoteoftheday #strongfortoolong #johnnydepp