My mind is like a puzzle, a puzzle that’s pieces are scattered around, hidden in nooks and crannies. Behind dust bunnies under old couches and tucked between books on a shelf. My puzzle may take a little longer to put together than other people’s puzzles, but that doesn’t mean I’m not as strong as them. It doesn’t mean anything other than things are a bit jumbled up for me right now and I have to take the time to put them back together, piece by piece before I can see the big picture, but that’s ok.