Sometimes I feel as though I am completely broken.
Like all my many pieces will never be whole again.
It’s so much work, to glue myself back together.
Sometimes I want to give up, surrender, and die.
Sometimes I believe I can’t be fixed, ever again.
Other times I feel hope. Like there might be a way.
Even in the deepest pit, I care about others so much.
Especially my family. I have to keep going for them.
I must find my many different pieces, all of them.
It is time to patch myself back together again.
To cease being broken, to cease feeling broken.
It’s a ton of work, fixing myself up again.
Change is hard, and scary, and exhausting.
But I will do it for them. For my wife Libby.
For my sons, Benjamin and Drake.
I will continue to change for the better.