It's okay to be weak

During my physical and mental breakdown back in 2016 and 2017, many people who were close to me, didn't hesitate to call me weak and throw lots of 'advice' into my face without understanding the problem. I, back then, had low self-esteem, thus, I believe what they told me and accepted that I was weak and continued being one.

But now, 4 years later, I look back to that time and realize how awful they all had treated me, how many terrible things they had told me, and I didn't even realize. No, I don't regret being weak, I regret being friends with those people. I wonder what they would have reacted if those terrible things happened to me, happened to them as well? I wonder how many traumatic events have they gone through to throw some useless, shitty advice into my face without considering my feelings? I wonder how many of them have actually gone through the phase of 'coping with pain and grief'?

I mean, what's wrong with being weak? Weakness equals sensitivity, maybe too much is not good but being sensitive in a world that no one wants to give a fuck about anything, is precious. Though I'm now both of those things, I'm proud of going through that darkest time of my life being weak because it has shown me more about myself than the happy time ever could. Being weak makes me strong, being weak makes me love my life a bit more, and being weak teaches me that it's fine to be vulnerable, and to be broken because it's all beautiful. You know, accepting one's weakness is the first step in accepting yourself and all of your flaws. I think I'm happy being imperfect because I have more stories to tell, don't I?

To whoever calling me weak, your life must be very stable.