Your Brokenness Gives Light a Place

The question lands in the quiet room—'How are you?'—and your throat tightens around the truth. You want to say 'I am heavy,' but the words stick because you are afraid that your pain will be too much for them to carry.

You feel like a burden the moment you are seen. But listen.

There is a love that does not measure the weight of your sorrow against its own capacity. When you speak your brokenness, you are not draining the light; you are giving it a place to land.

Go home to your own heart and tell it what has happened. The silence you keep is not protecting them; it is starving you.

You were made to be known, not to be invisible. The light does not ask you to carry yourself alone.