For some, holidays are a feast. For others, holidays are a famine.
Broken. I am broken. It is the most freeing word that can escape my lips.
For most of my life I was on a feverish journey toward “Good-Enough,” desperate to arrive at the place called Perfection where I could find my worth, where I could lay down my struggle and be enveloped in peace.
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