Bloomin

Today I had the epiphany that my soul, my person, the woman within — is the strongest I’ve ever been in my life.  Yet still, I feel so weak most days.

Too weak to withstand life with these financial burdens, these special needs kids, these thoughts that twist…

But then I also realized, that expressing myself, warts and all, is perhaps actually a reflection of true strength, in and of itself.

There was a time when I was so weak I couldn’t bear to tell anyone what I was dealing with.  The storm within my soul raged on, totally unseen.  I didn’t want to talk about my kids because I couldn’t stand the looks of pity or sadness.  I didn’t want to share my depressed thoughts because I was insecure and worried about what people would think of the girl who could never “get over it”.

So as I work through this…this, “I’m strong enough to be weak”, thing, I am grateful for the woman growing smaller on the outside, but larger on the inside.

She’s really powerful.  She’s blooming.  And she has some stories to tell.