Admitting Weakness is to Proclaim Strength

A phoenix rises from the ashes of its former body. It will grow again to be beautiful and magical.

Only when some of us have lost everything, only when all that we were has died, can we begin to hope, to live again with strength and humility. And living is better than merely existing as a broken person.

Allowing circumstances to rip the veneer of toxic, the superficiality away and reveal your burnt soul, is a trial. It does not make one happy. It is scary. Embarrassing. Humiliating to look back at what has been. And what has been cannot be erased, but it can be replaced. There is hope in this. I have seen others do it. Never forget, even while you are falling down, that hope can never be lived without. If we survive, and rise as the phoenix, we can truly live. Then, we can make a difference.

Keep the faith. You will never be hurt by hope and faith.

Never.