Not Broken. Cracked Open. But Growing

There are seasons when everything feels like it’s fallen apart. This post came from one of those seasons. I share it here in the hope that it offers you a little light, a little truth, and a reminder that you are not alone.

I had something happen recently that left me feeling… broken.

I wasn’t coping well.

I placed expectations on myself about how I should be healing.

Where I should be by now.

I longed to look ahead without glancing back.

But healing isn’t linear.

It has asked more from me than I thought I had.

I’ve needed more support than usual and have called on multiple modalities to hold me.

And slowly—imperfectly—I'm giving myself grace.

If you’re in a season like this too, please know you’re not alone.

Grief and trauma strip us bare. They make us feel isolated, like no one else could possibly understand.

They whisper lies that our pain isn’t valid enough.

That it’s not close enough, deep enough, or visible enough to count.

But your pain is real. And it matters.

Whether it’s a quiet ache or a tidal wave, it deserves care and support.

This image reminds me: Sometimes when we feel broken, it’s not the end—it's the beginning of a tender, unseen kind of growth.

Not a silver lining. Not a bypass.

But the honest truth that even cracked hearts can hold seeds.

To those holding me through this time—thank you. It is a gift to be witnessed and gently held.

If you're feeling cracked open, reach out.

Let others carry the light for a while.

You will return to yourself.

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