Broken Doesn’t Mean Useless

We don’t like to show the cracks. Everyone is busy pretending to be fine, putting on their best face, moving like nothing hurts. But the truth is, most of us are carrying something broken. A heart that trusted the wrong person. A plan that didn’t work out. A part of ourselves we don’t talk about because it feels too raw. And that’s the thing: broken doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It just means you’ve lived.

People will tell you that broken things lose their value, but that’s not true. A scar on your skin still means the wound healed. A book with bent pages can still tell its story. A heart with scratches still knows how to love. Sometimes, the broken parts are the ones that let the light in, the ones that make us softer, kinder, more real. There’s a kind of beauty that comes only from surviving what should have destroyed you. It’s not neat, but it’s real.

So if you’re looking at your pieces and wondering if you’ll ever feel whole again, please hear this: you are not useless. You are not less. You don’t have to be spotless to matter. Even in your brokenness, you’re still showing up, still breathing, still finding ways to be here. And that, just being here, is already enough.

All my love,

Olamide from MANI