Broken No More

Broken-No-More manages two Facebook communities (groups). Our "open" team is here (and lives under it). This page is provided for general discussion

However, here is what is called BNM Advocacy's "Private" group (larger group) (click on the "Participate" button to include it).

As we all know, the publication is broken. Specifically, posts on the Internet are broken. More specifically, publishing content written on the Internet is broken. In the age of seemingly unlimited free content, it may be difficult to detect this. But do not make a mistake. We are headed for an unsustainable situation. If you glance enough, you can see it now. Link bait gave way to the click bait and gave way to the slide that gave way to fake news. Tactics change and evolve over time, but they are all promoted by the same thing.

It means that the heart breaks. Your heart has broken over and over again. But that's it. I still have a feeling. In some cases, the more it breaks, the more real the heart becomes. Yes, I will not exclude trauma and injuries - these are different issues. What does this tell us? I think that it is communicating something very deep and very important, and this is one of the biggest facts of life. Our hearts do not like anything else. Their "jobs" will be better the more they are "broken." Do you think other similar things? We believe that human thinking is unique, unique, and special. But we are wrong. Computers can also calculate, sort and classify. It is a truly unique human mind

I learned that I was an ordinary person and a somewhat broken person. Like all humans, my idea is broken, but I gradually realize how beautiful it is. This is actually part of the road: by increasing the equality of emotions they bring to the heart not only increases equality in favorable and disadvantageous circumstances but equality increases with the non-adaptive nature of unconditional thought I will. How pitiful is to fighting with reality?

I am broken, and I am becoming more aware of this every day. I am scared, I got injured too. It is broken to stand up again. I was too broken to keep on walking, so I tried to walk around and pretend to be working like an ordinary person. I am not alone. I was classed as too small to be repaired. Many of them are lost, I do not know where to look for them. They left. I was dreaming A very valuable person died in me. How exciting, I want to cry all the people I know, shouting from the roof - after all, life is dead, this is true, we will never die!