I survived. My hardest days alone, while everyone believed i was fine, and sometimes that’s the part that hurts the most because no one really knew how heavy everything felt, how many nights I had to convince myself to keep going, how many times I wiped my own tears and acted like nothing was wrong, I learned to carry my pain quietly and smile even when I was breaking inside, and maybe that’s why people thought I was strong, but the truth is I just had no choice but to be okay on my own.