You're not broken even though you feel like it.

Some days, I feel like a brand new coffee mug, caffeinated, polished, and full of the good stuff, ready to pour onto others. Some days I feel like a rusty old teacup with cracked edges. Empty and damaged. Not the kind you would pick up at an antique store, but more like the kind that goes in the trash pile. You know, the days that start off bad and get worst, but you don't have it in you to laugh it off. You go to bed early just so the day ends sooner, hoping that tomorrow will bring a fresh start, A clean slate, a shiny glass to pour from. One full enough to give yourself what you need and have plenty left over for the the people you love.

Maybe it's not just a bad day, but a bad season of life. I've spent weeks wondering if I'm broken. Do I still have a lot to offer? How long will I feel like a baby learning to walk, stumbling over every step? When will I overcome this feeling? Nothing anyone says helps because I know my worth has to come from me, and me alone. Until I figure out that it's just something I'm going through and not what I am, I feel stuck. I've been there. I've felt it all, so I know you're not actually broken.

Limbloss has tested my resilience in every possible way. I now know that I can pick myself up and heal from virtually anything. And I just want to scream from the rooftops that you can too. I want everyone to know that life is tough, but you are more tough. You may not know it yet but something lives within you that has the strength to lift you out of the deepest, darkest places imaginable. I hope you never have to find that part of you, but just in case the world deals you a messy hand, just remember it's there like an ace in your back pocket, waiting to be played. There are tricks up your sleeve capable of bringing the whole house down, because you aren't broken.