My mom had one of the worst childhoods imaginable.
My brother survived Afghanistan even though some of his friends didn't.
I've been through one tragedy and dealt with it and it was no where near as bad as those others. So why can they deal with it and I can't? I've always prided myself on being strong, not crying, being tough skinned. So why do I always break down? Why do I let these things get to me? Why am I so weak?