I was in pieces. Nothing mattered. There was nothing in life that intrigued me anymore. I fell and crashed into the dark.

I found hope in others. In their words of strength. Their words of encouragement. They said that I deserved recovery. I deserved life. I didn’t believe them at first. Eventually something clicked. By eventually, I mean years later, after tons of self-discovery work.

To rebuild myself from my brokenness was not an easy task. And, often, my journey took turns that I never expected. Fortunately, my journey through recovery continues to teach me that life is absolutely worth living. It’s beautiful, messy, difficult, and breathtaking.

I was in pieces, and I was rebuilt. Now I am a mosaic of broken pieces that fit together in grace; solid, strong, and ever so magical!