When you feel as though you’re broken, it may seem as though you will never be whole again. Nothing seems to change, at least in your eyes. Everyone around you, it may feel like they’re being blessed, but in order to be blessed you have to work yourself out of darkness. Not talk yourself out of darkness and not do the work. Talk then work at the pace your mouth is moving, everyday will not be the same but start small. Growing away from being broken it makes you want to figure out ways to become whole so that you will not have to feel that feeling. But being used to a feeling is like eating the same things everyday that you know is no good, but because that’s what you crave for, or your digestive system is used to taking it in. So if you eat anything that’s making you whole, you will think it’s a trick that the food is that good, up until you break yourself again eating something that you know is nasty, it’s poison, but you eat it anyway. Because your bones are used to being broken down. Up until you pick yourself up, and decide to make yourself complete. At what point in your life, if you have gotten to it already, if you haven’t then that’s fine, but ask yourself am I whole already? What broke me? Am I broken all the way to where I have no sense of direction on how to become whole? Or am I a little bit of both, broken and whole trying to balance the two? Everything that broke you down, will help you stand up taller. Everything that cracked your bones will help you hold it together. And the best part of broken crayons, they still color, and the more and more you believe you can color, the better the picture looks, trace the outside, and color the inside your way, your vision, and with the broken that still allows you to stand tall, and look ahead, and be grateful for those dark moments that made you.