Being broken is not something I enjoy. I have had a lot of change in my life in the past 4 months. I lost the comfort of a place I use to call my home away from home and I moved away from everything and everyone I knew to a small town in Missouri. I started a new job that was emotionally, physically and spiritually draining, and I was at the end of my tolerance for change. I went through the emotion of being mad at God, mad at myself, mad at others, and it got me nowhere. I let my emotions run rapid because I was broken, and I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt lost in a place with no support system or comfort of my own. I didn’t know who I was or what I was supposed to do. I felt called to leave and come Missouri, but I didn’t feel like I was following what God had intended. Which in turn caused me to think less of myself.