Growing

I thought I was growing.

I thought I was stronger than the person I was last year.

I thought I've already dug up my deep hidden emotions and dealt with it.I thought I was ready to take over the world.

If that's the case....Then why do I sit here sad and crying.

Why am I feeling sorry for myself because I chose this path.

Why does it hurt so much, when you didn't even do anything to hurt me.

I thought holding back would save me the pain, it totally backfired and now I'm left to pick up the pieces again.

I'm told constantly that I'm a strong, independent person, but why do I feel so week and vulnerable? What does it even mean to be strong?