Nov 29, 2022
4 min read
Gathering up the Fragments of Myself
When you mend yourself, you become golden.
There I was, looking down at the floor at the pieces of me, wondering how I would collect them all and put myself back together. As I gazed at the shards, I asked how I had allowed myself to become so fragmented. Would I ever be able to glue myself back together and be the same person? How did I get here?
