Empath’s Dawn - Mental Health Blog
Years of beautifully-crafted failures don’t blind me with regret anymore. At once, they certainly had. But each little broken moment resulted in new headstrong aptitude for the next piece of the imperfect, hypothetical puzzle I had been trying to force to fit what the picture on the box looked like.
Until I accidentally spilled coffee on the artwork and thought the stain looked nice.
And those little broken moments suddenly began to feel like they mattered — as if they were supposed to be there all along. Maybe, then, the puzzle isn’t meant to be solved. The pieces don’t have to go together. They can just sit near each other, overlap, go from one corner to the other or even stay comfortable in the box.
But each particular spot those jumbled puzzle pieces choose to be in, at that place in time, is where they are meant to be. By that logic, you reading this means you are in the right place at this second. I welcome you to read my testimonies. What I write isn’t the pinnacle of truth; it is just how I feel. And I truly hope you can find some value in that — as someone who is going through it all with you. Every single day.