We’re taught to fear our breakdowns. To see every crack as a flaw. Every emotional collapse as failure. But what if the breakdown isn’t the end… what if it’s the beginning? I was in a workshop years ago where a psychologist spoke about Post Traumatic Growth – and showed an image of a shattered bowl repaired with gold, called Kintsukuroi. It’s the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold or silver lacquer, not to hide the damage, but…
My first properly serious relationship was a biggie that affected me for a very long time afterwards. We got together when I was 17; we’d worked together at a gym for a few years by then. I was pretty young and naive and totally in love. 😍 I’d hear my mates bang on about how untrustworthy guys were, and I’d be all “not my man, I totally trust him, he’s a terrible liar so I’d know if he was…
We live in a world obsessed with fixing things. 🔨 Broken nails, broken phones, broken relationships. Fixing our faces so we don’t age. Fixing ourselves with endless personal development. But some things aren’t fixable – they’re fucked. 🥺 That’s not as doom and gloom as it sounds… but it IS an invitation to stop wasting your fucking time. I spent YEARS (and a fair bit of money, too) trying to fix things that were never mine to fix –…
I love this quote by Ernest Hemingway; “We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.” Reminds me of a blog I wrote on kintsukuroi, a Japanese technique where they take broken items and piece them back together with gold, the idea being that we are more beautiful for having been broken. ❤️🩹 The most amazing people I’ve ever met are those who truly know what it is to feel broken, and to learn, heal and grow in…
I love this quote by Ernest Hemingway; “We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.” Reminds me of a blog I wrote on kintsukuroi, a Japanese technique where they take broken items and piece them back together with gold, the idea being that we are more beautiful for having been broken. ❤️🩹 The most amazing people I’ve ever met are those who truly know what it is to feel broken, and to learn, heal and grow in…
I read an amazing post today written by a survivor of an abusive relationship which I really resonated with. She talked about her behaviours in that relationship that other people would have judged her for – drinking to self-medicate, feeling unhappy, not being her best self. She said that some friends didn’t get it as they didn’t see the lie she was living, with others seeing him as Mr Nice Guy and her the Drunken Idiot. …