From “the” diagnosis to the loss of home and livelihood after an abusive marriage (and even more brutal divorce), I’ve stared into the face of fear on more occasions than I can count. My knees grew weak, my faith wavered, my self-worth plummeted – but I never gave up.
That is the key: Rail, cry, doubt, fear – do what you have to do to get it out – then, pick up the pieces and get to work. People need you. You need you. Be strong and know that you are here for a reason, even if you have no idea what that reason is right this moment. Your strength will be tested, do not allow that test to be the last word.
There have been many times in my life when I questioned whether I had the strength to go on.
I did. So do you.
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