I am not broken
When Self-Help becomes Self Loathing
I am not broken
but I have felt broken under the weight of everything I am not and yet thought I should be
I am not broken
but I have jumped eagerly at every chance to fix myself
I am not broken
but all too often I walk through life as if I am
So, no
I am not broken
but I am actively shedding all of the layers of my not self
I am refining
redefining
aligning
shining
becoming more and more me
because what else is there to be
if not free
I am not broken
so I am done pretending to be
About the Creator
Melancholic Mama
I no longer know who I am, but I do know what I am
A mother and a wife
A woman lost in the sea of life
I don't know if I will ever be a who again, or if I am doomed to live the rest of my days as a mere what
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