I feel so broken and bleeding… I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I can’t get anything right. I feel like a mess…like everything I do wrong is magnified and the things I get right are inconsequential…I feel like everything that breaks or goes wrong around me is my fault and if I were only better they would be ok… I feel like a freak, a failure. Why would any-one want me? I am a disaster.
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You are not a freak or a disaster, but art and light. Your brokenness isn’t an indication of how bad or wrong you are but how bad and wrong your abusers are. A beautiful ming vase isn’t bad because someone ignorant and careless broke it…
Your words are as beautiful as your heart.