There's this myth people start to believe when you heal loudly That you're unbreakable. That nothing touches you anymore. That your silence is strength, and your smile means you're fine.But let me be honest with you imay be bulletproof, but I'm not invincible.The truth is, healing made me stronger, but it didn't erase the scars it just taught me how to carry them with grace.There are still days I feel the weightStill moments when the past knocks on my door and tries to walk back in like it owns the place.Still wounds that ache when life gets too loud or too quiet. Being bulletproof doesn't mean you don't feel pain it means you've learned how to face it without letting it break you again.Yes, I've grown.I've cut people off.I have raised my standards.I've walked away from chaos I used to beg to stay in.But some nights still test me.Some triggers still sting.Some memories still hit like a punch to the gut And that's okay, Because healing isn't a finish line—it's a journey. A lifestyle. A daily choice.Bulletproof isn't about never getting hit.It's about knowing you can take a hit and keep going anyway.It's knowing when to rest without quitting.It's choosing to speak even when your voice trembles.It's letting people see your strength and your softness—and not apologizing for either.Because strength isn't loud all the time.
Sometimes it's silent.
Sometimes it's soft.
Sometimes it's just showing up, again and again, even when no one sees you.I used to think being tough meant never showing weakness.Now I know real strength is the ability to be real with myself and with the people who matter.I'm not invincible.But I'm still standing. Still fighting. Still healing.And that, in itself, is power.