One of my most received “compliments,” especially after divulging my story for the first time to someone, is, “Wow, I’d never guess you’d been through that. You seem so tough.”
And they’re right. I am pretty tough. And they probably mean it in a really kind, genuine way.
But there are days I don’t want to be tough. There are moments I want to break too. There are situations I find myself longing to fall apart during but am constantly reminded that I’m the tough one.
The one who doesn’t need help.
The one who always figures it out.
The one who can find her own way.
The one who refuses to fall apart—on the outside, anyway.
And I’d like to take a moment to do a few things:
Acknowledge that I’ve played a massive part in earning this role. In fact, I thrive on the perception of independence and do very little to break down these walls.
Offer some insight as to why I and other tough people have found ourselves in this situation—and it’s not because we have something to prove.
Remind you that just because someone seems like they’ve got it all under control doesn’t mean they wouldn’t love someone to pick up the pieces or offer a hand from time to time.
Being strong and tough means alot in life.. It gives us more strength to face up the life challenges.. Its good to be tough