Tears aren't weakness. They're the heart's way of reminding you: "I'm alive too." Being strong doesn't mean not feeling. Being strong means going when it's hard. But one day, even the strongest inner anchor can falter. And that's okay. Strong people cry too. Those who are used to holding on. Who smile even when they're tired to the tips of their souls. Who take responsibility, save, support, inspire. And then, in the silence where no one sees, they allow themselves to just be human. Not a hero. Not "everything's fine." But just themselves. The real them. Tears are like rain for the soul. They wash away tension, fatigue, heaviness. And let you breathe again. Allowing yourself to cry means allowing yourself to be alive. It means you felt. Lived. Loved. Lost. Hopeful. And you will rise again. Because you already have strength. But now it will be softer. Warmer. More humane. So cry if you need to. It is not weakness. It is a pause before the next step.