My story is beautiful and tragic, and piece by piece I’ve chosen to put myself back together in a mosaic of starlight, glittering through all the cracks.
I left my life to find myself.
I walked away from a marriage empty and broken. I was a mosaic of hurt and desperation, shattered on the inside and taped together on the outside. I left with my life in a black garbage bag. And I cried tears of heartache, failure, tragedy and relief as I slept that first night on my black garbage bag pillow. I was taught to love others before myself, that love was conditional, granted, given and taken away. And so I gave and gave until I was empty and broken.
And then I walked away. My power to love myself had been stripped away from me. My self-love was conditional, granted, given and taken away. And as I learned to love again, my love for myself kept crumbling until I shattered.