We're all a little broken. But the scratches and bumps that are left behind from battle, they're not the same for each of us. We all wear our scars a little differently. I just happen to wear mine out in the open, right here in black and white. I hope you find solace in knowing that someone else has stood on the ground you have once stood or are currently standing on. We have much in common, you'll see. The fires that once burned brightly within us are now reduced to embers and ash and as we sit here trying to rekindle the flame of who we used to be, we have the chance to come together. Share in our sufferings, in our lessons learned, and in our pain. Gather 'round and listen close. This one's for the broken. -C.M.