Welcome back to crazy little things! I hope everyone is doing ok and if you are not, well that is ok too, as you don’t have to be ok all the time as you are only human. I got a letter today telling me the wait for therapy is still ongoing even though it has been 5 months already. Then a few hours later I get a phone call to disregard that letter as I am now at the top of the waiting list and I have an appointment next Wednesday. I wanted to cry but I was in public, finally fucking finally I have an appointment. I feel like I have held on for so long now while waiting for this and now I am getting help again I can really start moving past some of this issues that have plagued me most my fucking life. It couldn’t have come on a better day, as today my self-loathing reached an all-time high and I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I want to be free. I have made some good strides forward on my own, but I feel like I have hit a wall and this is as far as I can go on my own, I know I need help.
So today’s tip of the day is –
Broken doesn’t mean completely fucked.
I am scarred internally and externally from the things that have happened to me in the past. I have lost and gained due to my battle with mental illness so that doesn’t mean I am completely fucked. I may be broken but that doesn’t mean I need to be fixed.
I am not trying to be fixed, no, I just trying to learn to live and accept that these broken peices that make me up doesn’t make me any less of a human. Instead, I am a human who has had some battles and still stands here today.
We all have a past we all feel broken in some way, but that doesn’t mean you should be cast aside because you have some broken pieces. Those broken pieces have made something whole, you. You are a mosaic, where each piece tells a story, some good and some bad.
Broken doesn’t mean you are completely fucked, it means you are unique, strong, and a fucking beautiful piece of art.