25/09/2025
So true. This year has been a challenge but things are coming good.
✨ I Wasn’t Broken... I Was Becoming ✨
I asked for strength once, and I thought life would hand it to me gently...
Instead, the storms came.
They tore through my world, left me on my knees, and I cursed them with every breath.
I thought they were punishment, cruelty, some twisted fate...
But the storms weren’t there to break me.
They were there to show me what was already inside me.
Every time I stood back up...
every scar I carried...
every night I thought I couldn’t make it through but did anyway...
that was the lesson.
Strength isn’t given.
It’s carved out of the parts of you that refused to fall apart.
And it’s built in the hours you choose to rise...
in the nights you study,
the days you keep learning,
the moments you decide to grow instead of give in.
I asked for happiness too.
I thought joy would arrive like sunlight spilling in...
But instead I was thrown into the dark.
The kind of dark that swallows whole days...
that makes you wonder if you’ll ever feel warmth again.
I thought I had been abandoned there...
But sitting in that blackness...
eyes swollen, heart raw...
I found something I’d never seen before...
a spark.
Tiny, fragile, but mine.
And the longer I sat, the brighter it grew...
Until I understood...
happiness isn’t gifted from outside.
It’s a light you learn to build yourself.
And once you find it...
no one and nothing can ever take it away.
Life hasn’t walked me gently...
it’s dragged me through fire and kicked my ass along the way.
Illiteracy stole my mind for a while...
Illness broke my body and slowed me down...
Yet even those became teachers.
They carved out compassion in me...
so that I could hold space...
so that I could heal others as I learnt to heal myself.
And people may think I’m soft...
but that’s only because they don’t truly know me.
They don’t see the battles I’ve fought...
the scars I carry...
or the fire that burns under my skin.
And maybe the biggest lesson of them all
was learning to let go of the picture I once held so tightly...
of what I thought life was meant to be.
Because life had other plans...
and it was only when I released that grip...
when I stopped clinging to how I thought it should look...
that I could finally see the beauty in what it is.
I’ve walked through wild youth...
through love that both healed and hurt...
through losses that cut me down to bone.
I’ve carried life... I’ve carried grief...
I’ve carried hope when it felt like nothing was left.
And now, with time etched into my face and wisdom sitting heavy in my bones...
I see it clear.
The storms, the shadows, the struggles...
they didn’t come to break me.
They came to shape me...
to carve the bone and steady the heart.
I was never weak.
I was never gone.
What I needed most...
was already mine.
And now I stand here stronger, wiser, and f***ing grateful.
No one has the right to make me doubt myself again.
I know who I am...
and I love her... imperfect, messy, real.
Jen xđź’•
