While I appreciate those who cheer me up and believe in me that I am strong enough to overcome my sorrow, my heart also melts everytime someone reminds me that it is okay to be frail and to just weep. I feel more seen and heard, when someone tells me that my vulnerability for a moment won't define my entire life, so it is alright to stop for a minute and let my tears fall down. I have been so strong for holding my tears back, and just let it be a rainfall once I am alone—but these instances make me realize that it is all fine to let someone know that I, too, feel so hurt at times that all I want is to shout it all out and cry my heart out.

I recognize the effort of those who tell me that I am capable of getting through the agony, but there will always be this special place in my heart to those who let me be fragile and weak, because I am tired of just showing the side of me that is full of strength. I acknowledge the hands that are being offered for me to stand up again, but I also grateful to the hands that are rubbing my back when I am crying real hard due to deep pain🫴