There was this piece of art in the office of a therapist I used to see.
It had this little poem that went with it that I only half remember now.
But it was something along the lines of this:
" I fell apart and tried to put all the pieces back together as they had been. Then I gave up when they would not fit back together and chose to love them separately as they were".
I often think about that picture and the poem. I think about it especially when it comes to writing and my blogs. A Heart Like Mine was very rooted in where I came from and my struggle with identity as a country girl, a survivor who had been broken into these disparate pieces that helped me get through.
I tried to make them all fit and for them to all make sense- not only for myself but for those around me. But I have started to give up- the bits and pieces don't always make sense or go together but they properly fit me. I am starting to radically think that I should stop trying to jam them together and love them separately as they are. It's still not easy- I am a perfectionist that would like everything to fit at times but I am getting better at it.
I am a former country girl and abuse survivor. I enjoy blogging because I find it personally therapeutic. It also allows me to share my experiences with others, and bring to light issues of abuse. I write under a pseudonym for my personal safety as well as to negate any potential legal trouble over sharing my story.