The other half of any rupture is repair. We have to repair the piece of us that we lost. While we lack any control, we can try to work toward repairing what has been done.

I put myself in boundaries. I push myself to meet my survival needs. I push myself to get everything done. I push myself to be the best at what I do. I even push the repair. I tend to fail to meet my own expectations for myself. My humanness comes out and more mistakes are made. Even my repair ruptures.

Repair is a process. A process that requires kindness and patience. It takes a long time to heal from what has been lost.