And it hurts.

It feels like I’m being pulled apart, stretched so thin that I feel transparent, and aching in every deep crack this world has inflicted on my soul. I’m so certain that at any moment I will shatter completely, and when the world world sees the millions of shards I crumple into, I imagine they may wonder how I held myself together for so long. Every waking second is heartache, and every step forward is agony.

And yet, I rise again for another day. And the ache eventually eases, more of my calluses form, and I suddenly feel stronger then I ever have before.

I am stronger.

So maybe I’m not actually breaking, maybe…maybe I’m growing.