Beauty from Brokenness

There was a time when I thought being broken meant being beyond repair.
I used to look at my reflection and see only the cracks—the mistakes, the pain, the regrets I couldn’t let go of.

But over time, I learned something sacred: beauty doesn’t come from perfection. It comes from the places where the light gets in.

Like kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold, our healing doesn’t erase what broke us—it honors it. Each scar becomes a reminder that we didn’t just survive, we transformed.

After my 2011 suicide attempt, I thought my story was over.
But it wasn’t.
It was just beginning.

Those cracks became the very places where God poured grace.
And that grace became gold.

Now, when I look back, I see how every loss—my foster brother, my grandfather, my baby brother, my friend—shaped something in me that couldn’t have been built any other way.

If you’re reading this and feel like you’ve shattered beyond repair, please hear me: you are not broken beyond beauty.
You’re becoming something sacred.

💛 You’re being mended in gold.