She's been through hell. She endured so much. The toxic relationship she left behind took it's toll.
Now, she fakes a smile and seems to move on as if nothing happened. As if she's perfectly fine, As if her once shattered heart has been put back together. She looks strong, but she doesn't feel strong. She looks happy, but she doesn't feel happy. She looks like her life is going great, but she feels like it's still torn apart. Everyone around her sees her as incredibly strong, that's what they see. But they don't see her at night, they don't see her when no one is around, they don't see her when she's alone.
This is when she breaks down, in the restroom, in her car, in her bedroom. When she's out, she holds back the tears, she hides her trembling hands. She prays that things get better, she prays that the time will soon come in which she no longer needs to pretend to be strong, she still has hope.
But ... what she doesn't realize, is that she is strong. Very strong. She's strong because she keeps on going. She's strong because she doesn't allow her sadness to affect those around her, those close to her. She's strong because she fights on, she doesn't allow these feelings to hold her life down. She's strong because that's who she truly is.
You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for.