I was talking to myself earlier today (I do that) and I said “I am broken and put back together with glitter glue.

Nice imagery, but the more I think about it, the less I like it. I am not broken. You are not broken. This is why:

You Are Not an Object

Objects can be broken. A cup can break, or a chair, or an Xbox. They can all be broken. What do they have in common? They’re objects.

A human being is not an object. They has life and consciousness. They are special. You can hurt one, you can wound one, you can cause unspeakable trauma to one. But you cannot break one. Yes, an arm or leg or head or ass can be broken, but that’s just a person’s parts. We are more than the sum of our parts.

I understand that a lot of people like to use the term broken, and that’s fine. You can use whatever terms you like. But I feel that “broken” dehumanizes a person. They are no longer a life, they are an object.

I will not call myself broken anymore.

I will call myself completely fucked in the head 😉