Sometimes life really beats a person down. It just seems that things just happening, one thing after the other and they can really have an impact on how that person acts. Granted some of these events do deserve the time to grieve or be sad/mad about, and that is totally OK to take the time to do that, but as the famous Britney Spears said, "I'm stronger than yesterday."

A while ago, as I was dealing with my own personal crisis, I was told by a friend, that I'm stronger than I think I am. And of course, at the time, I thought, "No way, I'm never going to be able to get through this, to be happy again," that I have been able to get through a lot, but this is my breaking point. For a significant amount of time, I did feel that way, that I would always be hurting so extremely where I feel like crying every single day.

I would try to surround myself with my friends, with happy memories, with my favorite stuffed animal (shout-out to Sweeney the Pig). I would try to make jokes, laugh and watch stupidly funny videos, just to try to keep my mind off of it, but when I was by myself, I would then feel alone and remember that sadness that I was enduring, and I would cry.

I was struggling, because I wanted to talk about it with people, and I did, at first. But as time went on, and the incident was growing smaller in the distance, I felt bad for bringing it up, time and time again to these people who had been there for me since the beginning. I didn't want to keep bothering them about what I was going through, especially since all I could seem to say was the same thing over and over again. It was stupid to think that way because I know that the people I was talking to, have always been there for me, so why would this stop them from caring?

One day then, a co-worker asked me, during my shift, about it, and I was legitimately shocked. Since it had initially happened, this was the first time someone took the initiative to talk to me about how I was feeling and doing since it happened. I realized, after that conversation, that I had shoved down my problems so that I wouldn't bother anyone anymore, and that isn't a good thing. Of course, I still was dealing with it, but mainly inside my own head and that's not always a good method of coping.

People say time heals everything, and that is partially true. Of course, I'm still hurting, but I have shown my strength. I have been able to laugh and have fun and find the little things in life, even while I'm hurting. I have learned that I don't need to be alone in times like these, that I have a whole staff of supportive people in my life.

Each day, as I move ahead, I take the lessons I have learned previously and try to apply them to my current state so that I can move forward. I become stronger because yesterday didn't kill me.

I'm still standing.