Consistently throughout these past trying months facing the deepest fear and acceptance of loss I have ever known after losing my dad, I have been told, “You’re so strong.” Or, “You’re the strongest person I know.” I don’t say this to brag. My mom has too. And I’ll be honest, I am strong and I’m tired of being strong and I’m proud of my strength at the same time. Sometimes the “strong ones” struggle most when they feel anything but. Accept your weakness and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.