My mom and I found this Iris struggling in the back corner of our yard when Chris and I first moved into our new house two years ago.
It was withered, its growth stunted by the previous owner's compost pile of sticks and leaves.
We transplanted it to a more spacious and sunlit part of the yard, and I spent the last two years watering, feeding, and tending to it.
It took two years...but the Iris blossomed again.
The colors are more stunning than I imagined. More blossoms keep appearing, bursting open, thriving.
No part of you is ever broken beyond repair.
With space, breathing room, and compassionate care, you can thrive again, blooming open in more beautiful ways than you could have imagined.
Be patient, and trust it will happen.