Once upon a time, I was a whole egg. My runny, gooey insides were safely cocooned in a solid, outer shell. I felt whole. Then I fell off my perch and the shell cracked.
The soggy, fragile contents spilled out and there was nothing holding me together. I was a mess. I shook and I wept and I panicked.
Sorrow and sadness wrapped themselves around me like a cloak. I learned really bad ways of avoiding the emotional baggage I’d hidden away all my life.Read more on themighty.com