I Wish I Was Tougher!
When down in the dark hole of depression, I often thought about how my life might be different if I was tougher.
If I was tougher, making mistakes would just be a part of life and I might just learn from them.
If I was tougher, I could manage a heavy mental workload and not worry about burnout.
If I was tougher, those things I had to see and do would be quickly forgotten, never would they return to haunt me.
If I was tougher, those times I was bullied would be laughed off, dismissed as simply coming from someone who is hurting.
If I was tougher, I would be able to ignore hurtful comments, just brush them aside.
But I’m not tougher, I’m not harder, I am not stronger, I am a person.
A person that has emotions, a person that cares about what people say and do, a person with a heart that hurts.
In my long years I’ve come to realise that it is the things that hurt us that make us who we are.
They say it’s not about how we fall but how we get back up that matters the most. Not for me, not in my world.
For me it is about the fall. We fell because we cared, we fell because we were hurt, we fell because we had a heart.
Never ever wish you were tougher, never ever wish you were harder, never ever wish you were stronger.
For you are a beautiful person with a big heart. And the world needs more of us, now never more than ever.
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