A Journey toward wholeness
For so many years, I have longed to feel whole. To magically mend my brokenness. To coalescence the disparate parts of my own identify into an idea. Only now, am I beginning to see, that I mistook perfection for wholeness. Today, I accept that wholeness does not mean that we are not broken. It means that there is a way to see the broken pieces as beauty, and accept that wholeness is a state of mind.