It's going to be OK.

And she knew without a doubt, that all the broken, shattered forgotten pieces of her soul were worth putting back together again, because she became her beloved and found new light and love along the way.

What hurts us is cumulative. It happens over time. We absorb blow after blow, shock after shock, painful hit after hit. But even then, even if we know exactly how we got here, it doesn't mean we can fix it. You can't heal every wound, and that's okay. I have to believe it's okay. I have to believe that even if something seems like it cannot be fixed, it doesn't mean it's broken.