And in the nights you took the life out of me, strong became a word that I let define me.
Strong was me holding myself together while I was at work and all that was on my mind was you and your words. And strong was me lying in bed at night next to the person who was supposed to hold me and love and tell me everything was going to be alright, but instead fell quickly into a deep sleep.
Strong was me sticking around for so long when my heart, soul and mind begged me to leave for many painful, agonizing months.
So thank you, because I became strong because of you. I had to.
You made me the strong, courageous, self loving, brave, beautifully broken woman that I am today.