If I Tell You I Am Broken, Would You Still Love Me? Can I Still Love Myself?

The story was inspired by God. After a fall I had in 2008, I suffered a compound fracture of the tibia and fibula of my left lower leg. After months of crying, being depressed, fearful all the time, I realized something was really wrong. My doctor said, &quote;You have anxiety and PTSD.&quote; With different medications, I struggled through the past years. I realized I was broken but never told anyone for fear of judgment. We are all broken, in my opinion, and we just need to know it's okay. We need to be kind to each other and love each other the way we are. No judgment, just kindness. StrengthFear