For years I felt broken, that something was wrong with me. I've dealt with depression for as long as I can remember. I have learned over the years that I wasn't broken, I had broken pieces inside me because of years of abuse, all kinds. Through the recent years, with the help of my psychologist and my growing belief in God, I am putting the pieces together and healing. This may be a lifetime journey, but I'm ok with that now because as long as I keep going I am recovering.