Not broken. Just brave, huh? You’re saying it all comes back to bravery.

But when stomach pain radiates like shards of glass. Your throat stings from screams that leave you in a million pieces on the floor. The weight of all you’ve given and never received puts cracks in every. single. vertebrae.

Your breath is shallow. quiet. distant.

Until the moment you see your chest rise. shallow at first. still distant. and quiet. but you’re alive.

The stabs don’t linger as long. Your throat still stings but you release the sound anyway.

It is all still heavy but you are not crushed.

You find your breath and deeply, bravely breathe.

So yes. You are not broken. You are just brave.

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