Not Your Average Chick

Stationery Enthusiast & Mental Wellness Advocate

Dear broken brain,  

Yo! It’s me, your host. Just thought I’d say a few things.  I know I push you. At times, beyond your limit. I’m aware I have also rocked your world with toxins but you never complained.  You actually seemed to function better, at times. Although it seems I do not value you, you are my greatest asset. But I must question you, was it me who damaged you or were you damaged from the start?  

It is irrelevant in the scheme of things because knowing does not change the fact that you are broken.  But I suppose I want to apologize if it were indeed I who did this to you. I have reached the conclusion that you and I need to make amends and devise an operating plan.

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When we can’t seem to agree on basic everyday functioning, it has an effect that trickles into all aspects of my life.  For the first time in our life, I am trying to succeed at something and in order for that to happen, we have to be on the same page.  I accept that you are broken and I will do my best to not overload you. I will monitor our activity closely.

We are a team and must function as one.  The importance of this is evident now more than ever. As a team, we will succeed but separate of each other we will not.  Please help me help us.

Sincerely your broken hostess,

Candace.

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4 thoughts on “Dear Broken Brain

  1. The ending “broken hostess” broke me a little 😢 very clever way to end the open letter

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