I Didn't Know My Own Strength Novels & Stories

“But let’s go back to what you said—about being lost.” “Oh, About that” I said, clearing my throat and thinking of Beatrice again. “ You see, I don’t think I’ll ever know who I am. I don’t have many friends. I had one best friend, but she died today.” “There’s nothing to find. Life isn’t about finding who you are. It’s about building who you are. It feels powerful to know your own strength, to know what you can do. When you’re truly yourself, you become strong.”

"Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back to tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap, but don't just for the sake of my mother. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I'm sad, and how horrible they really are." "Nobody knows, —Just me. But I want to stay strong. I want to fight it in order to get myself on track positively. I want to lift up myself, nobody knows but me that behind my smile you’ll see my vulnerability, my weaknesses, and my random frustrations about life and fears."

I'm stronger than you, I can fight back, I know I can. Without realizing it I was crying in the middle of my room, not of sadness, but of relief, I was so relieved to finally realize that I could do more, that I could defend myself, that I actually wasn't afraid of my room, that I could go on living, and I could be happy, because I knew, I knew that someone could beat my monsters when I had no more strength, I had been fighting alone all my life and now finally someone could fight together with me, but first, I had to ask him if he was willing to do it.

If something is wrong, you tell me. I'd ignored it. Avoided it. Told myself I needed more. That I could handle it. But this – this wasn't something I could outmaneuver alone. Not anymore. I folded the paper carefully and tucked it back into my pocket. Tonight. I would tell him. Everything. Not because I couldn't do this alone. But because I finally understood – strength wasn't carrying everything by yourself. It was knowing when not to. I stood, moving toward the door, my hand brushing briefly against my wrist. Warm. Steady. Ready.

Yet somehow that made it worse but better at the same time. Because this wasn't a fairytale. He wasn't going to lie in order to keep me close. Strength, I realized, wasn't something that you either had or didn't. It wasn't a title, or rank, or a voice that could make a room go quiet. It was what you did next, when everything inside of you wanted to run. My throat burned when I swallowed. And I felt this weight settle in me, sinking to my bones, like I had stepped onto a bridge and finally understood what was underneath it.

I scream. There is no way I am strong enough to fight it off, but I’m trying my best. My hand flies up, connecting with his jaw, and he falls back slightly. Surprised by my strength, I stare, mystified. The thing comes back unfazed. “Shit,” I murmur, getting to my feet and be-line it for the school.

He stared at me, waiting for me to reply. "I taught myself to be stronger," I said, not looking him in the eye. "Could you teach me?" He asked longingly. I looked up to meet his gaze, my wolf was trying to move my lips for me, to make me say yes, instead I told him. "Strength comes from the inside, it is not something that can be taught." "You taught your pack." "I didn't teach them how to be strong, I taught them how to to find it themselves." "Oh," He sighed, leaning back on the bed. I narrowed my eyes at him, not missing how the movement caused him to be closer to me.

"Your power is not something you learn. It's something you remember." I read the line three times, letting it settle into my bones, letting the truth of it sink in. I'd spent so long thinking of myself as weak, as invisible, as someone who had to earn love and respect through sacrifice. I'd never thought of myself as powerful. I'd never thought of myself as someone who had anything to remember. But I was wrong. "You've carried it your whole life. It's been sleeping, waiting for you to wake it. Now it's time to open your eyes."

How should I start writing. "Hey Diary, Here comes another day of my so-called Regular Boring College Life. Or I shouldn't say it boring as it was full of nonsense. All the people I know here, are shitty. But, all this nonsense can't help me forget about my Unknown Hero. How can I forget him? He has something super natural in him.

“I'll be fine.” “You don’t understand, Kai. The last moon warrior who stood against the Lycans was killed by your ancestors. You know this story. The Lycans always win. They will take another victory with you too. Your father is not weak.” “I know he’s not weak,” I said. “But neither am I.” She shook her head. “You are still that boy I held when you were sick. You think strength means not bowing, but sometimes strength means knowing when to stop.”