My thoughts exactly.
I thought I was broken.
I thought something inside of me was broken.
And It’s not.
I’m pretty whole.
One piece slowly glued back together with time.
If you observe really slowly and carefully you can get close enough to see them
The little white remnants of the glue that’s holding me together.
But I’m whole.
And all my pieces are exactly in their place.
I’ve got people inside of me
To see if any of my pieces slip and fall away
They pick up my pieces and slowly put them back while I add the glue in each crevice
I’m whole, not because I made it that way
But because of people who surround me
People who care about me
People who watch pieces fall and pick them up for me
You cannot even imagine how grateful I am.
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