If I am as strong as you say I am, then why do I feel so weak?
Why do I burst into tears the minute something goes wrong? The minute someone says something? The minute I think too much?
Why is it so easy for me to fall apart, at the invisible hairline cracks which crisscross my being?
Why am I so timid, so shy when faced with an uncomfortable situation? Why, when I am faced with the monster that is anxiety, do I let it devour me whole with only the slightest of struggles?
Where is this strength you see in me? Because...I don't think it's there at all.
If I am as strong as you say I am, why can't I see that?
YOU ARE READING
exhale.
Non-FictionFrom my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.
