On Saturday I had one of those days where I felt at my lowest to the point that I could not pick myself up, be strong or smile. I sat on the edge of my bed and cried, I cried so hard that I did not care who was listening.

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I know there are others out there that whose life is throwing more difficult situations than others but there are times that push us all to breaking point and this was mine.

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I don’t see crying as a sign of weakness, a sign of vulnerability, I see crying as a sign I am alive, an emotional release to recharge myself, pick myself up to continue to fight. And you know what it has done me a world of good.