Let’s get one thing straight: strength isn’t loud. It doesn’t always come in the form of a title, a bank account, or a raised voice. True strength? It’s quiet. It’s calm. It’s resilient.
Strength is choosing not to hate, even when hate might be easier.
It’s walking away without the need for revenge.
It’s feeling all the pain—but refusing to pass it on to someone else.
For so long, I believed strength looked like power, success, and independence. And while those can be parts of it, I’ve learned that real strength is how you treat people when no one is watching. How you stay kind when life keeps trying to harden you. How you refuse to let someone else’s cruelty convince you to dim your light.
There are people who confuse control with confidence. People who think they’re superior because they have more—more money, more power, more access. But strength is never about having more. It’s about needing less to feel worthy.
I am not weak. I am not lesser.
I am a woman who has overcome, healed, and held onto my heart.
And that?
That makes me stronger than most people will ever understand.
Until next time,
