I’ve forgotten how strong I am.

I’ve spent far too long thinking I’m weak, that I can’t do things, and I realised that’s just not me; it’s not who I am. I am, and always have been, a very strong character, and it’s time I not only remembered it, but celebrated it too. It’s my strength over the years that has got me the life I’m living now. I could have crumbled and fallen, but I never have. I have a happy home with four happy children that I have raised pretty much single-handedly the entire time.

I thought of some of the times I’ve been really strong and survived it; in fact, thrived on it.