Built From Broken

Covid was the last straw. It had been a relentless three years full of the trials that “make you stronger.” Only I wasn’t stronger. A few months after I had been able to go without supplemental oxygen, I was sitting in the exam room of my doctor’s office. Slow, sorrowful music played, and I felt my soul sink further with every note. I looked out the window at the building next door and saw a large crack hiding behind the store’s sign where the walls met the roof. I was depressed. We are both bro...