With All These Broken Pieces.
I remember standing there. My world had just been shattered into a million pieces. This time it was my fault,I had no one to blame but myself. It was my decision to pick up the phone and it was my decision to end it. Now I am standing here with all these broken pieces and I am not sure where to begin. How do you begin to repair something when you dont know where any of the pieces fit? When you don't recognize the person you have become and you haven't been this broken before.
Things were different this time it was more than just changing a relationship status on Facebook, it was more than deleting a few photos. This was real love, this was different. I think the decline started early in the relationship and I was just to afraid to speak up. I was scared of being lonely, I was terrified of this moment. I felt so empty and depleted, my strength was gone. I had to do something with all these broken pieces, I had to figure out how I was going to save myself. I had to start digging myself out of the hole I was in. I soon found out no amount of vacations, girls nights or netflix binge sessions was going go fix my brokenness. I had to do the work, I deserved healing I just had to figure out where to start.
I started to find the things that made me happy, I made a list of "Tips for Movin On" and whenever I would get discouraged I would remember that list and pull myself out of the darkness. I wish I could say that after a few months things got better but actually it took me a few years, I was broken long before he came into the picture. I realized that dealing with brokenness causes you to face your fears head on and that's exactly what I did. I dealt with it all and I was determined to find my happiness and I was determined to mend all these broken pieces. With God by my side I learned the importance of loving myself first and that its when we are broken that God pulls out the beautiful things inside of us. Because of my brokenness I discovered my passion for writing and I realized that my story was a testimony for others. I was no longer ashamed of my broken pieces, I was beautifully flawed and one day someone is going to cherish those broken pieces.
With all these broken pieces God created a masterpiece
Things were different this time it was more than just changing a relationship status on Facebook, it was more than deleting a few photos. This was real love, this was different. I think the decline started early in the relationship and I was just to afraid to speak up. I was scared of being lonely, I was terrified of this moment. I felt so empty and depleted, my strength was gone. I had to do something with all these broken pieces, I had to figure out how I was going to save myself. I had to start digging myself out of the hole I was in. I soon found out no amount of vacations, girls nights or netflix binge sessions was going go fix my brokenness. I had to do the work, I deserved healing I just had to figure out where to start.
I started to find the things that made me happy, I made a list of "Tips for Movin On" and whenever I would get discouraged I would remember that list and pull myself out of the darkness. I wish I could say that after a few months things got better but actually it took me a few years, I was broken long before he came into the picture. I realized that dealing with brokenness causes you to face your fears head on and that's exactly what I did. I dealt with it all and I was determined to find my happiness and I was determined to mend all these broken pieces. With God by my side I learned the importance of loving myself first and that its when we are broken that God pulls out the beautiful things inside of us. Because of my brokenness I discovered my passion for writing and I realized that my story was a testimony for others. I was no longer ashamed of my broken pieces, I was beautifully flawed and one day someone is going to cherish those broken pieces.
With all these broken pieces God created a masterpiece
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