I am

I am broken.

Just at this moment, well about 3 minutes ago, those 3 words came out of my mouth.  I wasn't speaking to anyone, I'm alone right now.  Katie is napping & the cat is in another room.

I am broken.

The reality of that has been settling in with me the last week.  Depression has been gripping me harder than I'd like to admit.  Panic attacks come on when they want.  I am broken & I am tired.

I will, however, do everything I can to work on repairing whatever needs to be repaired within me.

I am broken
but
I am a mother
I am a wife
I am a daughter
I am a sister
I am a fighter.