I was raised to cover my sorrow with coats of thorn-stricken armor and carry the world on my back without showing any signs of weakness. I was taught to hide how I feel at the expense of others and plaster a smile on top of watery eyes and shaking breaths. I thrived in the thought of being strong that I became what I pretended to be; independent.
I am seventeen years old now and accomplished all I have mainly due to my own drive. I indulge in doing everything I can to do to be everything I can be and it has provided me with the ultimate gift of strength and experience. I do not put up with situations that make me feel any less of myself and I deal with my emotions internally because in the end, all you really have is yourself. I spare myself the dependency on others because I was taught that the only person who can truly make you better is yourself.
We receive support from others but it exists as a push rather than a complete altercation; it is a small step in the huge step towards betterance. The best way to become who you want to be is taking the time to nurture yourself on a much deeper level compared to what others can do, as no one can actually fix you. Someone can hand you all the tools to pave the way towards greatness but it is ultimately up to you to make that investment in yourself.
Independence, to me, means loving myself enough to get to know the person I am and subtracting distractions to fully grasp the process of self-discovery. I suffer the consequences of complete independence but I gain a characteristic of being headstrong and investing time where it really matters- myself. I am strong, courageous, and genuine but also weak, timid, and delicate.
And that should be okay.
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This blog tugged at my heart strings. I agree with the fact that at the end of the day all you have is yourself but sometimes you will have someone else by your side. Your view of independence changed my view of it just a little and I really enjoyed your blog post!
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