08/29/2025
“You’re so strong”
I’ve heard it so many times. Over and over again.
And most of the time, I smile and say thank you but just once I want to scream at the universe, “I’M SO TIRED OF HAVING TO BE STRONG!!”.
Because the truth is, I’m not strong. I’m merely surviving in a situation I didn’t choose to be in. I wasn’t equipped with the skills or mental toughness to endure losing my son. I wasn’t prepared to be thrown into battle without any armor.
I was blindsided. Caught off guard. There were no sirens warning me of this life-changing hell that was rushing towards me.
I blinked and when I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness, lost in a storm that would forever change the landscape of my life.
I am surviving. And maybe I’m even carry it well but it’s heavy. The anger, the sadness, the anxiety, the fear. Together, they weigh me down daily.
But to the outsider, I appear strong. I appear to have strength that most do not have. It seems I’m charging through this gracefully, never stumbling.
But here is the secret, I am not strong. But what is strong, unbreakable even, is my love for my child. It is unconditional, unending and knows no boundaries. For my family, I will keep going every day. I will show up, ready to fight. I will not back down. I will endure the darkest of days to ensure they are never alone.
Because my love is strong. It never dies.
And nothing can break it.
So no, I am not strong. But my family gives me the strength to fight. They are the ones who are strong.