Over time, all the pain—both physical and emotional—started to chip away at me, started to make me believe there was something wrong with me, that I wasn’t deserving of goodness or healing or wholeness anymore, that I had done something to bring about all this wreckage. But that’s not true. Pain and loss are a reality of life for all of us, and they’re not punishments or referendums on our fundamental worthiness. Life breaks us, and then we put ourselves back together, a little stronger each time, a little braver each time, a little freer each time. And goodness and peace and second chances
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