That day

 Something else broke in me that day. I am sure it was already chipping away for a while, but that day, in just a minute one, it broke all the way. I cannot name it, I can only feel it. It was there one moment and next, none of it was left. As all the other broken things in me, it will stay with me. Only with me. Just another broken thing to the collection of broken things of my mind.

 

I deserve to be well

 I deserve to be well. 

I deserve all the good things they said I cannot have. I do deserve them. And I can find thousand of reasons why I should not, but instead I want to choose to repeat to myself the same words over and over again.

I deserve to be well.

I deserve to be happy.

I deserve to be loved.