Life. Trauma. Broken relationships, childhood wounds, depression. When we are broken, we often work to regain our wholeness, to become undivided. We see ourselves as fractured and want that fracture to disappear. We want to mend. But, what if our brokenness contains a deeper reality? What if, when we recognise and embrace our brokenness, we recognise that, in these pieces, we are already whole? We are made up of all of these pieces, in all of their brokenness and vulnerability. We are made up of all of this. And maybe we exist in all of this. maybe we exist as this beautiful and brutally fragile thing, made of all these pieces. We exist as our causes and effects. And who we are is how we break.