Current Struggle: When a Strong Woman Needs Support Too

Amber Sherrill, Women Who Will Ministries

Today, something happened that reminded me just how real the struggle is—and how far I’ve come as a strong woman who needs support too. I won’t go into the details, but it shook me just enough to tap into an old feeling I know too well: that ache of being let down, mistreated, and judged when all you really needed was help. Real help. Safe help. The kind of help that sees you, supports you, and doesn't kick you when you're already down.

People often ask, "What makes you strong?"

Let me tell you the truth:

It’s not the wins.

It’s not the accomplishments.

It’s being judged when you're vulnerable—and surviving that.

I’ve been blamed for things I didn’t do, abused in moments of weakness, and misunderstood in seasons I barely survived. And I know I’m not alone. This is something I’ve battled my entire adult life, and maybe you have, too.

But today, as hard as it was, I found myself celebrating how proud of myself I way… because I could finally see how much I've grown. How much I've healed. I was reminded that I’m not the same girl who used to beg people to love her right. I’m the woman now who thanks God for the real friends, the sisters, the solid women He’s placed in my life—those whose love isn’t just performative but healing and intentional.

The Life Lesson? What to Do When a Strong Woman Needs Support Too?

It may be embarrassing at first. It might make you want to hide, to shut down, or lash out. But when a strong woman needs support too Cry But Don’t Quit™, and you’ll end up standing where I am: Empowered.Powerful.Supportive.

Still on the journey—but standing tall while I walk it.

I’ve come to understand that being anointed comes with its own weight. It brings attacks. It brings jealousy. It brings expectations that sometimes feel unbearable. And when you add marriage, motherhood, friendships, business, and generational trauma to the mix? Whew. Let’s just say… healing becomes a full-time job.

But I’ve decided this: When I pray now, I pray for myself. I don’t pray to fix people or protect myself from anything anymore. I just pray, “God, keep teaching me.”

Everything else? That’s His job and my trust is in Him to handle it. Because these demons—the emotional ones, the generational ones, the ones tied to trauma and pain—they aren’t my fault. But they’ve followed me. They’ve tried to define me. And today God reminded me:

They will leave.They will go away once and for all.

But here’s the real talk: The greater the assignment, the greater the testing.

So I’m ten toes down.

Ten toes down on keeping my healing.

Ten toes down on protecting my peace.

Ten toes down on keeping the real ones close.

Because at the end of the day? This battle… it’s me vs. me.

And once I master me, that demon has nothing left to attack.

So, Sis… hear me when I say this:

Yes, it’s difficult.

Yes, it’s heavy sometimes. But it’s also possible.

If you Cry But Don’t Quit—you will rise. You will be free. And you will walk into the version of yourself that doesn’t need saving… because you finally learned how to protect your own light.

You’ve got this, Sis.

And I’ve got you. 💛