Pieces of Me I Gave Away There were parts of me I handed out so freely, my time, my energy, my patience, my love. I gave them to people, places, and moments I thought would last forever. Some treasured those pieces, and some barely noticed what they were holding. But little by little, I began to realize how much of myself I had left behind in places that no longer felt like home. Now I'm learning that healing is not about becoming someone new. It's about gathering the pieces of myself I gave away and bringing them back home. The dreams I abandoned, the boundaries I ignored, the voice I silenced, the love I forgot to give myself. And with every piece I reclaim, I remember who I was before the world convinced me I had to give away so much of myself to be worthy of being loved.