Peace With Our Pieces: For Those Healing

Published: December 20, 2019

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Below is a letter to all of the new things in my life: friends, family, places, and things. However; I too address this to my old friends, family, and forever home. Finally, I put forth this compilation of thoughts for all those who need peace; your broken pieces will come together, given the proper glue.

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To Those Who Need This,

We  are all in a healing process.

Just as plate shatters following its tumble toward Earth, we too, as humans, crack and break. Mirroring the pieces of the plate upon impact, our once whole selves disperse and scatter into the unknown.

Gone but not forgotten, that is change. If a person attempts to repair this metaphorical, broken plate, pieces both of grand and microscopic proportion will be absent. Therefore, the plate, no matter how well preserved, will never be just as it was. We adjust to what the world throws at us, and shift our lives accordingly. Upon these changes, we lose parts of ourselves. Some good, some bad, but all bringing change with their departure.

We all change.

Personally, I’m trying to adjust to my change. I’m attempting to make piece with my broken pieces, to clean up the mess others left me in, and remind myself who I truly am. So don’t worry about me. I’m ok now. I just need time. Time to fix myself so my pain isn’t repeated, and my broken pieces don’t cut those who didn’t break me.

And I will take this moment to apologize to all those I hurt during my hurting. Misery loves company… I guess I just didn’t want to be alone for once. I’m sorry.

I will also pause to share my thanks with both the old and the new who have help pick up my broken pieces. I don’t think you realize it, but you’re healing me. I was so broken; damaged to the point of no repair, or so I thought. But you pour love into me every single day, unceasingly and unconditionaly. In my triumphs I am loved, and in my defeats I am loved.

It doesn’t take much to be reminded that you’re loved, but it takes everything and then some to be taught you are loved.

So please, have patience with the time needed to make peace with your broken pieces, with mine, and with others. Given the proper glue, whether that be friends, family, hearty food, or a good laugh, all breaks can be mended. All wounds can be healed. And all pieces can fit together again.

Sincerely,

You