Pieces

This came across my Facebook feed last night and it was just what I needed to rally my resolve and press forward through my recent PTSD challenges.

I’ve honestly never thought about it this way, but there is so much truth here. I love it. Abuse was and always will be a part of my life, but I control how I deal with it. I’m in charge of my pieces. I can wallow in self pity and anger, or I can rise above it, fighting for my pieces and gluing myself slowly toward a better future.

In a way it’s very similar to these fragmented pieces of memories I’ve been struggling against in recent weeks. I will get all of my available memories back. They are my pieces, and I will glue them back together no matter how long it takes, or how many obstacles get in my way.