Stitches (really old writing)

Life is fixable.

Okay, so... maybe that sounds a bit generous. Or too good to be true. Call me crazy, but I do believe in this.

Obviously, nothing that we do, or that is done to us, can be undone.

Damage isn’t “erasable” because magic isn’t real.

Wreckage isn’t just something that disappears the second you haul it out to the trash.

Everything turns into something. Everything ends up somewhere.

Don’t let it end up back inside of you. Don’t turn into it.

This takes practice and love, but it can be done. And sometimes undone. Over and over again.

Because the stitches we sew ourselves (&& each other) up with so tenderly will almost certainly break open again.

I don’t steal many quotes && 99.9% of my statuses are my own writing but I have to make an exception here because it fits too perfectly.

“How you lose yourself matters. Trust me. It’s all in the “how”. And it matters a lot.” (Anne Sexton)

As the doctor always say while he primes his needle and thread, “this is gonna sting.” No one is unbreakable. But rebuilding what you can with what you have will be what defines your life.

So grow, twirl, change.