Sometimes I grow tired of carrying the mantle and other folks on my back, hiding emotion, pretending to have it all together….sometimes I just want to break down and cry, curl into a ball, and lie in the arms of somebody who is strong….not my arms. Being strong can sometimes be a curse, because when everyone else thinks you’re strong, they never seem to think that you are in need of anything, compassion, sympathy, love, or joy.
Whoa, is Diane Dorce’s Blog Carnival submission, posted today at Tami’s place, ever right on time for me! Preach it, sister. I’m always so incredibly strong. Except when I’m not.
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