You Were Never Broken In The First Place

You are still here, carrying the weight of every expectation you have ever tried to meet. The silence of this hour feels like a verdict, doesn't it?

A quiet panic whispering that if you stop performing, if you stop being what they need, you will fall apart. But listen closely to the edge of that fear.

There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, and he did not wait for the apology to begin—he ran. The running happened before the fixing.

The light inside you is not a reward for your efforts; it is the very ground you stand on. It was there before you learned to perform, and it remains now that you are tired.

You are not broken beyond repair, because you were never broken in the first place. The darkness has not overcome the light that lives within you.