The other day, a dear long-time friend I hadn’t seen in awhile, lovingly, gently and genuinely told me that I’m the strongest person she knows.
And in response, all I felt able to do was cry. Because a part of me begged to know, how could she possibly see me that way still? She’s been by my side as we crossed full marathon finish lines together, she’s seen me not only survive but thrive and bloom in the most uncomfortable circumstances. In that moment when I couldn’t have felt further from the strong person I once felt I was. Now feeling as though I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders and barely standing.
But she let me cry, so hard. In a complete and utter moment of weakness. And she held me tight and stood firm in how she feels about me, how she sees me. Refused to think otherwise regardless of the fact that I stood in front of her in pieces.
I truly felt loved, and seen, in that moment.
How do we allow ourselves to feel love and accept love and praise when we are feeling so far from worthy?
We envelope our hearts with people who refuse to let us believe we deserve anything less.