09/02/2026
I used to think being resilient meant being able to handle anything.
The hard thing.
The disappointment.
The uncertainty.
The loss.
The change.
Just keep going.
And for a long time, I was proud of how much I could carry.
But Iām learning that there is a difference between being resilient and being accustomed to carrying too much.
There were seasons where I didnāt realize how much I was asking of myself because I had become so good at functioning through things.
I could keep showing up.
Keep moving.
Keep doing what needed to be done.
And from the outside, that can look like strength.
But eventually, I started asking a different question:
What if resilience isnāt about how much I can withstand?
What if itās also about how willing I am to listen to myself?
To rest before Iām completely depleted.
To acknowledge when something hurt.
To let myself change.
To ask for support.
To stop treating every difficult season as something I have to conquer alone.
I donāt think resilience has made me harder.
If anything, I think it has made me more honest.
More aware of what I need.
More protective of what matters.
More willing to trust the parts of myself I used to override.
And maybe thatās integration.
Not becoming untouched by life, but allowing life to teach you without allowing every experience to define you.
Iām not trying to become the woman who can handle everything anymore.
Iām becoming more interested in being the woman who knows what is hers to carry.š
ā”ļøWhat has resilience taught you about yourself?
