Putting the broken pieces back together

My life started to crumble when I graduated High School.

I was heading out into a world with the “BROKEN” pieces my parents had given me -- to figure out who I am and what I wanted.

Little did I know that every heartache and every tear was for a bigger purpose but I mean why would I know. I was never given the tools to communicate properly about how I was feeling and what I needed to receive.

You see NOT only did I grow up without my father but my Mother did too. Generationally, I grew up surrounded by women who had been hurt and abused by men who were "suppose" to love and protect them.

When I went out into the world, I could ONLY see one piece of the puzzle and I craving validation from men in my life.

I needed to hear I was beautiful and nothing short of amazing.