Sue of SueBob has written a lovely post over at Flawed but Authentic about the impact that being broken has on our ability to live more authentically thereafter. It reminded me of the thought I’ve been turning over in my head this past year and especially since December. The thought is this. Even for all the unhappiness and misery I felt growing up, not knowing what was wrong with me, but knowing something definitely was, and even for all the hard times I’ve had in the last two years, if a genie appeared out of a lamp and told me he could make it as if it had never happened, and I’d always lived a “normal” life, I wouldn’t take it. For all the sad moments, for all the crazy moments, I think I am a more humane human, more understanding and more likely to cut someone a break when they need it, than I would be otherwise. So, I’ll keep my crazy, since the prize is compassion.