Broken (in the best possible way)

by Jenny Lawson

Be good. Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else. The only thing that matters is how you feel and how you’ve made others feel.

But I’ll keep going. And I’ll keep fighting. And I’ll keep forgiving myself for being flawed and human,

life is not simple or easily changed by small inspirational words. It is complicated. And hard. And sometimes ridiculous.

I’m worthwhile even if I’m broken.

There is always hope.

today’s awkward moment is tomorrow’s fantastic story.

Life is full of these moments that are supposed to be amazing but end up being questionable at best.

It won’t always be like this. I say this to myself over and over. It runs through my head and if I say it enough I can almost drown out the other voices … the ones telling me I’m worthless. The ones telling me that the paralysis I’ve had in my mind will never end. The ones that lie and wheedle and sometimes tell the truth just enough to make you listen and wonder if they’re right. The ones that hurt and bite and sound exactly like me but more confident. It won’t always be like this. It’s true. I know it will get better.

Be safe. Be kind to each other. Be kind to yourself. And if no one else has said it yet, thank you for being you. You are magic. Never doubt it, my friend.