My question is just how many times or how badly do I have to be broken before I get to be whole. I mean really really whole. And what the hell defines a whole person, anyway? I suspect “whole” is a fairy tale. One of those happy platitudes we all bow to and never achieve. I promise, there has never been a time, at any point of my life, that I willing let myself be broken. I went down kicking and screaming every single time. Why can’t I be broken and whole at the same time? I want a different kind of buzz…Let me live that fantasy.