Sometimes I forget this. Sometimes I feel as if my heart can't be strong. But sometimes I have to remind myself that being strong is a choice.
I never understood how much strength it takes to leave your family and everything you've known for 18 years behind in another town until now. Not that I am complaining or upset about this, I know it's what I need in order to grow and find myself. I never understood how weak I was in so many different ways until I came to Harding, it never clicked that I have been needing a different lifestyle than the one I was living. To be strong means to be in control of myself and my emotions. I don't think I've ever fully understood what it is like to be in control of myself, but I'm learning that I need to understand.
I'm strong, just don't test me yet.
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