People call you strong like it’s a compliment. What they don’t see is that strength, in grief, is often just survival in disguise. I didn’t feel strong. I felt heavy. I felt tired. I felt like I didn’t have the option to fall apart, because life, kids, and responsibilities didn’t pause. So sometimes strength looks like washing strawberries. Like putting food away. Like doing something small and normal while carrying something enormous. If you’ve ever been called strong when you were actually just holding on, this is for you. 💙 LTKHome LTKstorytime LTKdayinmylife