“Strong” is a disease

I was told crying would make me weak, but it made me stronger.

I was told failure and pain would make me weak, but it made me stronger.

I was told talking about my worries and fears would make me weak, but it made me stronger.

I was told surrendering to life would make me weak, but it made me stronger.

I was told pushing and fighting would make me strong, but it made me weaker.

I was told staying competitive would make me strong, but it made me weaker.

I was told perfectionism would make me strong, but it made me weaker.

I was told staying in control of life would make me strong, but it made me weaker.

I now realise that everything I thought would make me strong, were actually making me weak and sick.

And everything I thought would make me weak, were actually healing me and strengthening me.

“Strong” is a disease. “Weak” is the cure.