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Sometimes I feel as if I am broken and always will be, but I have to remind myself of an essential fact: I didn’t break myself. Maybe I can’t fully mend myself, either, but the first step must be to try to love myself as I am, though that often seems like the hardest task of all. I want to carry what’s mine to carry, claiming my life experiences, my war wounds, instead of wishing I’d had some other story. We’re all carrying something. I marvel at how beautiful we all are.