I am not a person who cries much. Maybe over someone else's suffering, but rarely over my own.
Sometimes I've wondered if this is a bad thing, if my ability to compartmentalize something, pivot, and move on means I don't process things right, or I don't feel that deeply.
But at this point in my life, I've learned the value of my own strength. I am a fortress. Inside these walls beats a precious heart, breathes an expansive soul. I guard them with a fierceness I didn't even recognize I had, up until now. It's something I'm coming to be grateful for as I learn to value the fortress itself.