I did not know it then, did not know it until many months or even a couple of years later; in my weakest moment, I was the most strong. Out of my most fragile state, the broken pieces stitched themselves back together from fibers of heartache and steel.
You see, when you feel like your world is ending; when you feel like you are shattered beyond repair and that you will never be okay again; this is where magic happens.
It is only in your most honest moments, it is only when you feel utterly exposed; its is only when you are stripped bare of everyone and everything that has compromised the construct of who you are, that you can truly transform. Observe, learn and grow. You are the only one who can unbreak yourself. It is out of the ashes that your strongest self emerges bright with resolve.
Weak? You were never weak. To be raw is real. To be open is to be courageous. To be vulnerable is to be brave. You turned out to be stronger than you ever could have imagined. Your heart is a garden, and within it blooms strength. What breaks you will make you strong!