“‘It’s gonna hurt now,’ said Amy. “Anything dead coming back to life hurts.'” – Toni Morrison, Beloved
Alone, lonely. Broke, broken down. With the inability to distinguish between good decisions and not.
None of my decisions, in fact, are ones that have resulted in healthy, happy, positivity.
I am broken.
I suppose it’s better to know, now, than to keep hiding from the truth. Keep pretending I am whole.
It hurts – the past resurfacing and reclaiming me. It is rendering me paralyzed.
I am broken. And I’m not sure I have the wherewithal or energy to put the pieces back together.
I’m not even sure they are worth putting back together.
Here’s to another day of creativity…