Whatever Doesn't Kill Me Makes Me Stronger Novels & Stories

I winced but took another sip, because at least this pain was physical, and it distracted me from the hurricane ripping through my mind. All my life, I’ve been strong. People like to romanticize that word—strong—as if it’s some magical armor. But they don’t understand what it really means. It means you’ve been tested again and again, and every time you survived, even when you didn’t want to. It means you’ve learned to hide the cracks so people think you’re made of stone.

But as I step into the cold morning air, I make myself a promise: I will survive this. I will get stronger. And when I’m finally powerful enough, I’ll make every single person who put me here, especially Alistair Blackthorn…regret the day they were born.

At that very moment, William was the highlight of the entire Browns. ‘That’s right. Today’s my big day, so no matter how injured I am, I’ll just suck it up. I must show everyone the powerful side of me! ‘There’s a saying that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. This is a quote that I firmly believe in. Now that I’m able to survive this, whatever that’s waiting for me in front is all the glory and the light I need!’

"But baby, it's not normal. It's not okay. And you sure as hell don't deserve it." "Then why does it keep happening?" Her voice broke. "Why do I keep ending up hurt and humiliated and—" "Because people are assholes who pick on those they perceive as weaker. Not because there's something wrong with you." I pressed my forehead gently to hers. "Mandy, you're not weak. You're strong in ways those assholes will never understand. You survive. You keep going. You're still standing after everything life's thrown at you." "I don't feel strong."

Every kind of rot ended up in my mentions. Mason, by sending Maya first, had picked up a fan club. People said he had separated himself from his wife in the field, that he had not let personal life interfere with the job. People said he had handled it with grace. He had traded my child for a halo. I was the maniac woman every comment section in the country was throwing rocks at. I gripped my phone hard. I had lost the baby this time too. I had not been able to stop that. But this time I had walked into it knowing what was going to happen.

Over and over. You could be stronger than any man alive but there was difference between having strength and having fight. I had strength. What I didn’t have for so long was the fight. I’d lost it somewhere along the way. Maybe it was watching my friends die, the people I cared for die, watched as they all crumbled and yet I had to still be alive. My strength was useless without fight.

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

"I can't, I can't hold him like this and then lose him. I can't, I can't survive that." "You can. You will. If, if it happens. If the worst happens. You'll survive. Because you've survived everything else. Because you're, you're the strongest person I know. Because, because even grief doesn't destroy you. It just, it changes you. Shapes you. Makes you, makes you someone different. But you survive."

She rubbed her hand on her belly to feel her baby. "The shit we face makes us stronger people. What doesn't kill you makes you strong. You have the world in your palm, you can choose to forever sulk in your misfortunes or go out there and show the world that you can be strong. I have been through so much but I didn't let that justify who I am, I have chosen a happy life and I want to remain happy." She smiled, taking Emery's hands in hers. "You shouldn't let what you've been through define you. You should make your choices yourself, decide to be whoever you want to be."

My father told me that my mother died when she gave birth to me. Sadly, I grew up without a mother. Dad didn't fail; he stood up like my father and mother. So even if I tripped once in school, I was able to overcome all of that. I don't want Papa to see that I'm weak; he says I'm his strength, so if I become weak, he will lose his strength too. That's why I keep getting stronger.