Strong.

Today I wrote a long letter-ish thing for my friend. She needed help, and I offered my shoulder so she could lean against it.
I can't help but think that I have grown as a person. Being able to give advice to people, being able to offer my help... those things weren't part of my reality before. I was miserable, pathetic, weak.
Now I'm strong.

Strong but yet still afraid. But strength isn't having no fears at all - strength is being able to face your fears and overcome them. That is what I'd like to think, at least.

I've been thinking a lot lately. I'm not sure if it's a good thing.