We mistake healing for mending because that's all we want. To be stitched back together again and all that frailty shoved back safe in our chests. Yet, more often than not, to heal is unravel and peel yourself apart delicately with grace and mercy while you pull the shrapnel out. It can take years, even a life time, but in this, I hope you learn that healing comes from practiced hands that have prepared when and where and how to touch. Hands that also understand the need for patience. Only in this process will you find love for who you were and respect for the one you will become.