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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SBU chapter.

As sad as it may sound, I’ve always viewed myself as a broken person. Ever since I was younger, I’ve had this overwhelming feeling that there’s something wrong with me that I can’t fix. Although I see many good qualities in myself, I’ve always just felt like I was broken beyond repair.  

Ironically enough, up until last year, I had never broken a bone. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m accident prone, but I’ve had my fair share of bruises, bumps, and sprains, but I had never broken any bones.  

Although I was never physically broken, I’ve always felt broken into a million pieces mentally. I let my emotions get the best of me. I don’t know how to feel comfortable with myself. I’m unable to have a relationship with someone without losing a piece of myself.  

Freshman year of college came, and I didn’t know how to handle myself. I went into it with the impression that I was a broken person who wouldn’t be able to form friendships, relationships, or succeed in any way.  

I subconsciously kept my expectations low and when I found success I was in awe. How was I worthy of making meaningful friendships? How was I truly able to overcome the difficulties I faced? How was I able to find comfort in being independent?  

Despite surprising myself with all the accomplishments that I made during my first semester of college I still felt broken. No matter how many friends I made, I still felt lonely at the end of the day. No matter how well I did in school, I still felt like it wasn’t good enough. No matter how comfortable I was with myself, I had to accept the fact- I am a broken person.  

I was so excited to start the second semester of my freshman year. This would finally be the time that I mended these parts of me that I desperately wanted to fix. Then it happened. I broke my ankle. 

The thing was, I didn’t need x-rays or surgery to tell me I was broken; I’ve always known it. Nonetheless, I had to miss the first couple weeks of the semester to recover from surgery and learn how to get around on crutches. 

Now I was broken in more ways than one and it was too much for me. I remember crying in my dorm room, not thinking I was going to make it through this dark time. The few months I spent recovering from the injury I struggled significantly. It was also during this time that I learned that it was okay to be broken.  

It’s okay to cry when I get upset about something. It’s okay to struggle with relationships. It’s okay to feel uncomfortable. No matter how broken I feel, I never worry. I know that I’ll be able to pick up all the pieces and put myself back together.  

Adria Hoadley is a second-year student at St. Bonaventure University from Union Springs, New York. She is excited to be a new member of the St. Bonaventure University Her Campus chapter and looks forward to the new experiences it will bring! Passionate about mental health, societal issues, and womanhood; she plans to express these ideas in her writing. As a psychology major, Adria enjoys learning new things and exploring ideas that may be foreign to her. After graduating with her undergraduate degree from SBU, she hopes to go on and get her master’s degree in school counseling, while also having her own therapy patients. Outside of academics, Adria participates in Silver Wolves, a program at St. Bonaventure that connects students to elderly residents in the local area, along with any other volunteer opportunities that may come up. In her free time, Adria enjoys spending time with friends, trying new restaurants, going on walks while listening to music, and online shopping. Since a young age, Adria has enjoyed reading. Adria loves sharing her voice and is excited to be able to do that through writing. She looks forward to joining the sisterhood of Her Campus and sharing her thoughts and ideas!