Picking up the broken pieces.

I may not truly understand the feature, the pull, the addiction of blogging, reading blogs or making a blog. I will say this there is healing in this far much more than one can comprehend ....... But with the thought of typing my very first blog post I would say this. I am not a grammar queen. I am a Scientific brain so when it come to dissecting a sentence I get nauseous. I just don't get that part of the English language. On the other hand I like math and science you can dissected me on that but much I get that area of my life it is factual it linier it is what it is. So please do not dismiss my blog because it not a grammatical wonder but see it as a way to beat the ones who continually beat you down. I see my life as so many broken pieces so many points I could never take back, redo, fix the brokenness of me.  I have been blessed and will never forget this aspect of my life, been blessed many times over. The thin is I been beaten and broken apart as many times as I have been blessed. My thought for the day is there is beauty in the Mess, beauty in the broken. I know I am broken put those pieces remain who I am they may never be fix permanently. But I can put those pieces into a garbage bag and put them away at times. Telling myself I will put them together later. to truly become the beautiful mess that I am and truly accept myself , to show love to my messy, messy life.

It may take me time to share as I have built up so many walls and to hid my true pain. I have perfected the happy smile to the point I am extreme at it.  But know I get the hardness sad thing that happen to you can make you into a hard rock hard person it not easy to tell yourself your beautiful and want to share your story.