No Longer Broken

Broken. For a very long time I lacked the language to describe how I felt. To explain how my past and my hurt rested inside of me. Saying that I was broken made the most sense because that’s exactly how I felt—not whole, incomplete, in pieces. By believing I was broken and by telling others I was broken I made myself vulnerable to being treated like I was already broken. And, it has been my experience that other folks don’t treat broken people with kindness…