Standing before the mirror and seeing the many parts of you that are broken can be so painful. I know. The effect of the lies you were told, the betrayal, the “not so good” environment you grew up in, the many disappointments, and the weaknesses you saw in yourself, rather than the strength. All these things and more changed your default to defect. I know. When you act out and people say, “You need healing.” You wonder, “healing from what?” The defect is gradual and subtle, spreading through you like a virus, and before you realise, you're out of control. The anger, hatred, groans, tears, loneliness, lukewarmness, bitterness. . . I know. You stand up in defence at any subtle reach from a “friend.” Dear, the boundaries you've set around your life aren't safety measures; they are your prison. Yet, He who is near to the brokenhearted sees you. He knows. You don't hear Him in those painful times, and you concluded that He left you and will always be absent. Come on, dear! Y...