She spent years collecting pieces of herself—memories, expectations, fears, dreams—until she could no longer remember what belonged to her and what had been placed upon her. One day, she stopped trying to put everything back together. She simply looked up, closed her eyes, and exhaled. With that single breath, the pieces began to find their own places. Not as they had been before, but as they were meant to be. And for the first time, she understood: She was never broken. She was becoming.