For years now, I have been considering the definition of strength. I think I understand now. It is the constant sense of wanting to throw in the towel, but never letting that towel go. It is realizing that there is nothing in which to look forward, but trudging forward anyway. It is recognizing that you will fall into slumber alone and wake alone, but waking anyway. It is smiling while you are crying on the inside. It is accepting that you were loved once and remembering the absolute joy it brought, but realizing that you will never know that feeling again. I understand what strength is now because I am a pillar of strength.