" Imagine you have a beautiful crystal vase. Then imagine that you accidentally knock it off the table and it shatters into pieces on the floor. We all understand it isn’t the vase’s fault that it was pushed off the table and shattered. But still, it is broken. It is worthless. You don’t want it anymore, so you sweep it up and throw away the pieces. That is how I felt. It wasn’t my fault, but I was broken. No one would want me anymore. "

― , My Story