I Thought I Didn't Need Him

I’ve always considered myself a strong, independent woman, the kind who figures it out, keeps moving and tells herself she doesn’t need anyone to save her. But yesterday, standing alone in the shower, I followed an uncomfortable feeling deeper than I ever had before and uncovered something I wasn’t expecting. Maybe some of the things I thought I had outgrown were actually wounds I had simply learned to become strong around. And maybe healing begins when we finally stop running long enough to ask ourselves, “Where did this hurt actually begin?”