The Kinda Love You Learnt

The relationship you desperately wanted to prove that you could be loved differently than what your childhood taught you. But you found yourself drawn to people who spoke the same language of hurt that you grew up with. You keeping trying to fix broken people, thinking maybe if you could fix them, you could fix yourself.

Realizing that love shouldn't leave bruises – whether they're visible or hidden in your heart. Walking away from those relationships felt like shattering all over again, but this time, it was different. This breaking was a beginning, not an end.

The dysfunction a childhood, it was like living in a house with crooked walls, trying to hang straight pictures. Everything you learned about love, about self-worth, about relationships was filtered through a distorted lens. You spent so long thinking there was something wrong with you when really, your just trying to make sense of chaos.

Like kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold, every crack in your story is now lined with wisdom. Every piece you havve picked up has taught you something about strength, about boundaries, about what real love should feel like.

Your still picking up pieces, and that's okay. Some days you find new fragments you didn't even know were missing. But now, when you put them back together, Your not trying to recreate what was. Your building something new, something stronger, something that's uniquely yours

We are not just women picking up broken pieces, but artists creating masterpieces from what tried to break us. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman who's learned to turn her wounds into wisdom, her breaks into bridges, and her pain into power.