My Broken Vessel

This is a story of how it all began and how did it affect on everything. Does it start from the cradle? Or does it start from the normal school-day when something outnormal was found on the back of the hand? Did it start some other day? Whether the day is anyway, truth is that there's no escape of the happenings caused by the ruptures on the vessel.

In a world that demands people to be certain things, you find yourself being broken when you are unable to fulfill the frames that society has build for you..

"But what if you forgive yourself?", "How about if you give yourself a second chance?", Those were the questions that brought me back to life.

This is a half-fictional story based on authors own life.

Nyckelord: Broken, Vessel, my, R.Motte