I speak a lot about being independent and moving on when the one you love no longer loves you back (or when they never loved you at all). I deliver words of staying strong and standing up on your own with no reliance on others to help you. But, to be honest, I am just as vulnerable as everyone else. I falter. I cry. I struggle. I burrow myself in my overthought ideas and assumptions. I am the worst at taking my own advice. I preach but lack practice. I am just as unguarded and exposed to the desires of my heart. I lower my defenses. I lose my composure. I lose myself. I fall asleep feeling broken and I wake up just the same.
I'm not perfect. I'm not ironclad. I am made of glass;
strong as steel but I break.