If you’ve ever worried that sharing your story makes you look weak—Let me remind you what your story really says:Something struck me.Something t
If you’ve ever worried that sharing your story makes you look weak—
Let me remind you what your story really says:
Something struck me.
Something tried to end me.
Something came to break me down.
And I lived.
I made it.
I’m still here.
That’s not weakness.
That’s mightiness.
Some people don’t understand this kind of strength.
The kind that isn’t flashy.
The kind that isn’t loud.
The kind that lives in bones and breath and survival and showing up anyway.
But in many cultures, in many homes, in many lineages—
to survive is the symbol of power.
The wound doesn’t define you.
The healing does.
The rising does.
The fact that you kept going—even when you weren’t sure you wanted to.
So when you post about your pain, your journey, your healing…
Know this:
You are not performing weakness.
You are recording resilience.
You are writing sacred testimony.
You are proving—again and again—
That you are still in the fight.
That you are still becoming.
Affirm with us:
🖤 My posts tell a story of strength.
🖤 I am the living proof that survival is sacred.
🖤 I am not ashamed of what I walked through. I’m proud of who walked out.
🖤 Something struck me. I lived. And now, I rise.
You are mighty.
You are movement.
You are medicine.
— survivoraffirmations.com