I remember a quote from a book I was reading, might have been the count of monte cristo. Anyway, in it the author refers to one of his characters as ‘being unable to bend but breakable.’
I sometimes wonder if I am like that, and is the result of my sickness. I wouldn’t bend, but I was broken instead.
Like how an unbendable tree is broken by a hurricane, but the bendable grass survives.
Hm any thoughts? Maybe I’m talking crap (as usual.)
You’re not finished. I thought I was finished many times but I wasn’t. I’ve felt completely broken many times and even innately broken as a person, and yet I still grow.
I found that picture and chose it because that tree bent, broke and then it looks like it continued to grow from a branch, upward. It now has the broken trunk bent underneath the living branch that is growing upward. Seemed meaningful to me.
I believe and i just have to that things in life happen for reasons. To learn and grow. And for us it is not going to be too much. But tongrow. And we will not break.
We can’t be broken. I can’t be broken. Maybe bend. But never broken.
I thought I was broken. But you can come back, by find something that matters to you more than the sickness that broke you. If you find something that strengthens you, you get upgraded to limping along.