Fixed.

cynthiafoustvenner
Aug 27, 2022
1 min read

Are we ever really fixed?

Do we ever heal?

From trauma?

Experiences?

Life?

Can we help ourselves?

Do we want to?

Sometimes remaining broken means someone will fix us.

Sometimes we need to remain broken so that we fix ourselves.

And sometimes, just sometimes, there is a possibility that we aren't fixable.

But I never want to entertain that notion, and neither should you.

Xoxo,

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