Some moments (hours, days, weeks, years) I feel just like this: I am full of holes. Damaged. Torn through. Beyond repair. When I so desperately want to be: Whole. But I'm not. I've been damaged from the outside. Holes punched from the external right through my tender insides. Torn pieces of me away. Vandalized by … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: holes become whole