Last time I posted that I’m Not Broken. So what was broken, why did I feel broken?
Last week, I also had what was my last regular appointment with Morpheus. The time felt right to me and she agreed, saying that often what our gut tells us is what we should do. I’m not saying that I’ll never have another session again, but for now I feel comfortable.
So Morpheus, thank you for helping me find my way, you were the right person at the right time.
We talked a bit about that post on not being broken, and the more we talked the more I realized that it wasn’t diabetes, depression or even myself that was really broken.
It was my relationship with the rest of the world, with living, with friends, with family, with diabetes, with depression. With my children.
I said it was like finding a missing puzzle piece, that last one needed to complete the picture. But the image that went through my mind wasn’t one of me finding my missing pieces. Instead, I was the missing piece. My experiences, my diabetes, my depression, my life.
What was the puzzle, you ask? What puzzle was I missing from?
The world.
I had an image of a world puzzle that flashed through my mind. A puzzle that was missing a single piece.
A single piece that looked just like me.
© 2012 Scott Strange, Strangely Diabetic and http://StrangelyDiabetic.com
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