One of the saddest things for me about my depression is feeling broken. After my rape I was ripped apart mentally, physically and spiritually. That broken feeling still sometimes feels like I could never be stitched back together. It feels like the pieces just don’t fit the puzzle, like maybe I’m trying to put two puzzles together to form one. If I had to pick the one thing about my depression that hurts the most it’s that, the broken and unfix-able feeling.