self

A 2-post collection

Broken but Loved

There is a love that goes beyond who I am to the point where I can forgive myself I was sat by a lake last summer. It was one of those incredible English summer days. The breeze was warm and sweet. As I looked into the water I could see my reflection. I looked intently at myself. I took in all my features - the clothes I was wearing, sunglasses on my head, my hair, chin, ears, mouth and nose. I finally settled on my eyes - looking straight into me. A pang of pain shot down my spine as I saw myself. A moment later I splashed the water, distorting my reflection. Why is it so hard to look...

Broken but Beautiful

I sometimes feel shattered like parts of who I am are fragmented but each and every bit can be redeemed back to being whole, being valued and ultimately being loved. I had an overwhelming sense of hope come over me after reading Sadie Jones’ novel, 'The Outcast'. On one level, I was deeply saddened by the book, which sees a boy during the Second World War failing to save his own mother from drowning in a river. The boy has to cope with his distant father who has no ability to build a relationship with him. His friends and family reject him, whatever he tries, he is always pushed to the ground. On some level the father totally blames the...