I am broken. No, I am missing something. Like if I lost my leg, it wouldn’t grow back. It would just be gone. I could get a prosthetic but it wouldn’t be real. My leg would still be gone.
That’s what’s happened to me, somewhere along the way. I don’t know exactly what’s missing, I don’t know what I can do to make up for the fact that it’s gone. But I know I keep failing and I hate myself for it.