Broken, But Not Broke!

Broken, having given up all hope, overwhelmed, fragmented, discouraged, and every other word we can think of to describe a negative situation. I've been there. Feeling like nothing on my worst day; totally and utterly scarred. No one close to me could encourage me, and I didn't have the courage to encourage myself. 

For years, I'd been told and made to feel less than significant by someone who should have never had the power to. I was vulnerable due to my own list of issues, and that made me susceptible to being manipulated into thinking less of myself than I should.

I knew I was broken, and I needed to get help. What I didn't know was how, when and what would take place in my life to bring me back to a place of stability. I began going to therapy, thanks to the recommendation of a friend, and that was the beginning of getting back to the old me again. 

In my broken place, I had to realize that there was still so much inside of me that had yet been explored. I found myself desiring to learn new skills, go new places, and explore different things. In retrospect, I was trying to discover who the new me was after trauma.