Broken Pieces

I was terrified as I looked down at my life shattered into shards that were scattered across the floor. Finding and putting back together the tiny pieces felt like a hopeless cause.

Giving up tempted me; I almost walked away.

And I stayed.

With help from others, I slowly picked up the pieces of my life and formed them into something more beautiful than I ever imagined. I formed them into a life of hope, a life of possibility, a life of recovery – a life I am  l i v i n g  that replaces what was merely existence.

Brokenness does not signify hopelessness.

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