There’s nothing wrong with me.
Or with you.
We are not broken, faulty or damaged.
Sometimes I may feel broken, or less than or not enough.
It’s a feeling, not the truth.
I believe that we are precious gifts of the universe, like a beautiful flower or newborn child.
I just forgot though there for a while there years ago. I thought I was broken, I drank to dull the pain of how broken I thought I was. Yes I was lonely and yes I was sad.
But nothing was ever wrong with me, things happened to me, and I interpreted those events to feel less than.
In knowing the truth I’m empowered to love myself more. To laugh at all my silly quirks and ways of being.
I don’t want to take away from the painful journey and deep work it took to arrive at this point, to realizing my wholeness and preciousness.
Some days are sad, most are happy, I constantly seek to heal from my sensitivities to the events in my life, to embody my wholeness more to celebrate who I am in this amazing life.
Please remember lovely, you too are not not broken, maybe bad shit just happened and the opportunity for healing exists.
