I used to think I was broken.
I used to think I was broken.
Like something about me was permanently off
like I came apart too easily.
But then I realized…
I was just carrying too much that wasn’t mine.
I didn’t need fixing. I needed space, softness, and time.
If you’re in that place, know this:
You’re not broken.
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Tell me: What’s something you no longer believe about yourself?
























































































