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We’re All A Little Broken
“I love all of you
Hurt by the cold.
So hard and lonely too
When you don’t know yourself.”
-Red Hot Chili Peppers, My Friends
This is for the broken.
The hurting.
The ones who walk through life in spite of it. The ones who are just trying to make it to tomorrow.
This is for all of us. Because we’re all a little bit broken.
Everybody’s got something. None of us make it through the years without being tossed around by life. We’re banged up and bruised and some of us are still bloody.
But we’re still here.
And that’s something.
And I want you to know something. I see you. Beneath the face you project, beneath the hollow laughter, beneath the wan smile. I see you.
I see you struggling. I hear the anguish in your voice and in your words. I know you look around and you feel alone. You feel like the rest of us are ok. But looks can be deceiving.
We’re all a little broken.
We cut ourselves just to feel the pain.
We pick at our scabs.
We dive head first into the shallow waters of unhealthy relationships. We subject ourselves to toxic friends, toxic drugs or drink.
We eat ourselves to death. Or we refuse to eat.
We throw ourselves haphazardly into dangerous situations, taunting the gods to unleash their wrath on our foolishness.
We keep ourselves so insulated no one can ever touch us. We create cycles and drama to push people away.
We evaluate and examine and scrutinize and demonize every part of our beautiful natural bodies. We measure ourselves against every impossible ideal just so we can confirm our lesser-than status.
We do all of these things in private, hiding them with shame from the world. But we all do some of it, on some level.
But I see you.
I see you hurting.
And I want to shake you. Comfort you. Wrap my arms around you. Reassure you. Promise you. Take all the bad away. But it’s not that simple.
I want to shake you when I see you spiral down the abyss of self hatred. When you cast insults and blame upon yourself. When you are relentless in disgust for yourself. When you absorb the things that were said to you by someone more broken than yourself. Someone whose statute of limitations on self hatred had run out so they heaped it all onto you.
I want to comfort you and the loss of innocence you suffered at such a young age. When I see you feel the shame and the guilt of a crime you didn’t commit. I want to somehow make you understand that what was stolen from you at the hands of a sick person doesn’t make you any less. It doesn’t define you. What you are can never be stolen.
I want to hold you up and support you when you are struggling with a brain that can’t seem to pull itself out of despair.
I want to hug you when your heart is breaking because love has lost again and you feel like you can’t take another hit.
I want to hold up a mirror when you are beating yourself up again. When you are scrutinizing every inch and every pound and every wrinkle. I want to force you to look into that mirror until you see something good. Until you discard the ideals and the pressures and all the ridiculous and superficial bullshit that society would have you believe. That would have us all looking the same, a boring and pitiful army of symmetry and perfection. I want to make you admit that there is beauty in you, that your beauty is just as valid and just as breathtaking as anyone else’s.
I want to take that little child inside of you, the one that’s been hiding and hurting and scared all these years. I want to tell her, It’s all lies. Those things they said. Lies. Those things that you see all around you that invite comparison. All Lies. Those things you tell yourself to keep you still or stagnant or afraid. Lies. Those words and long ago hurts that keep you from allowing any love or happiness into your life. Lies.
I want you to look at that child, and I want you to tell her. Tell her you won’t lie to her anymore. You won’t heap any more hate or fear or judgement on her tiny shoulders. You won’t keep trying to finish the job that someone or something else started so long ago.
I want to take my hands gently to your face. To turn it from side to side, forcing you to take in your surroundings. To whisper in your ear, Do you see them? You’re not alone. We’re all a little broken.
I want to stand with you toe to toe and say to you emphatically You. Are. A. Survivor.
You are a fighter.
We all come screaming and thrashing into this world. Clamoring for breath, fighting to inhale life. We are all born with a scrappy determination to live and thrive.
So find your fight.
Dig deep and rummage through the muck and find that fight. And when you find it, you strap a rope to it and you don’t let go because you are going to lift yourself out of this place. And you’re not going to stop until you don’t feel the tug anymore. You’re going to hold on until the pull that tries to bring you back down is a faded memory. You’re going to cast off the lies and the bullshit and you’re going to go forward into a beautiful life waiting for you.
I want to drape my arm across your shoulder and stand with you. I want to look out at the world.
I want you to know that you kicked and you fought for this place. You beat back the beasts and conquered the fears.
You’re here now. And here is a good place.
There are still sunsets and whispering breezes, there is still laughter and there is still joy.
There is still danger and fire and passion and music, dear god there’s still music.
There’s making time, making art, making love.
There’s so much to see and do and delicious trouble to be had.
It’s all waiting for you. For us.
Because we might all be a little broken. But we’re here. And that is something.
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Thank you so much for writing this, Gretchen ❤ ❤
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Thank you Natacha. ❤
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Hehehe… You know you have ruined me from ever saying “First” ever again. I find myself not just typing, but saying out loud “Frist.” 🙂 My kids think I’m crazy. Well, more crazy.
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BWAAHAHAAHAH That’s epic. I love that 😀
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Beautiful and STRONG. I kept reading it almost as poetry but with a yelling fierceness. And I want to print these words out to hang on my vanity mirror:
“When you absorb the things that were said to you by someone more broken than yourself. Someone whose statute of limitations on self hatred had run out so they heaped it all onto you.”
True. Every single word so true. Thank you for this anthem. For caring enough to pen these words, and express every single emotion ever felt. Thank you.
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Thank you so much Rachel… ohhh, I’m so glad the yelling fierceness came through. That’s what I was hoping for because that’s the kind of urgency I felt writing it. Thank you so so much for your sweet and supportive words. You know I’m quickly becoming a huge Rachel fan.
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Yay, I’ve been a huge Gretchen fan for a little while. Thank you, that means A LOT to me. I love your writing.
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Thank goodness for music. And thank goodness for you. This poured into my soul like sunlight finally breaking through an oil slick, which has poisoned the ocean. Thank you for your words and for caring and for your beautiful shinybright soul. I love you, G 💗
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Oh, Lizzi, you know how much that means to me. I’m glad that you see and believe how much I do care. I want you to find the smooth and tranquil seas and float effortlessly with a huge grin on your face. That is what I want for you. I love you sweet friend. ❤
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I know. And I believe you. And thank you so very much for caring enough about me to want that. Your friendship means a huge BIGlot to me, and thank you. Can’t wait to meet you in September for that hug – THEN I will grin 😀
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Yes! As I read this I was filled with amazement that I survived the lies to uncover MY truth. Not the truth that was preached to me or a truth meant for someone else but the truth that resonates in my flesh and spirit and is undeniable – I am loved, I am valuable, I am precious. Thank you for sharing this battle call.
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Karen, surviving the lies and the hurt and coming to where you are is amazing and a testament to your strength. And I’m sure it wasn’t easy to come to that place of conviction. Your comment is inspiring… Thank you.
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Thank you – I needed this today.
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Thank you, Amy. If this made you feel even a tiny bit better that makes me so very happy.
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OH. MY. GOD. Gretchen, this is absolutely spectacular. Every single word of it. It speaks to me now. It will speak to me tomorrow. It will speak to me always. During my recent “episode”, I tried like hell to look into that mirror of mine to find something good. It took a while but I finally found some hope. Thank you for writing this for all of us. xoxo
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There are so many people who were on my mind when I was writing this. And last night as I was finishing this up I thought about you and your FB status and how you felt lifted up by all of the comments. It’s amazing what friends and people who care can do. I’m glad you found the hope you needed. Thank you. xo
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My God this is gorgeous. This is so you. This is why I fell in love with you.
Yes, music. Music. Life affirming, healing, communicative, evocative music. ❤
And I AM going forward into that beautiful life that is waiting for me. Nothing stands still. We're either going backwards or forward. Today, thanks to this post, I choose forward.
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You are determined to make me cry today, aren’t you Samara? For you to say that my words have anything at all to do with you going forward and choosing a beautiful life? I’m overwhelmed. You know how I feel about you and you are part of the reason I wrote this. I love you, sweet friend. ❤
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I did take a little ownership of it. Thank you for thinking of me. ❤
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Holy. Fucking. Hell. This is amazing. Thank you so much. It got dusty in here.
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Oh my god Michelle! You never fail to make me laugh! Thank you… ❤
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“When you absorb the things that were said to you by someone more broken than yourself.”
“I want to comfort you and the loss of innocence you suffered at such a young age. When I see you feel the shame and the guilt of a crime you didn’t commit. I want to somehow make you understand that what was stolen from you at the hands of a sick person doesn’t make you any less. It doesn’t define you. What you are can never be stolen.”
The best six sentences I’m going to read today. YES. We all need these reminders. ❤
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Thank you so much Kittery. That really means a lot to me.
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“We evaluate and examine and scrutinize and demonize every part of our beautiful natural bodies. We measure ourselves against every impossible ideal just so we can confirm our lesser-than status.
We do all of these things in private, hiding them with shame from the world. But we all do some of it, on some level.”
^^ That’s so me lately. This piece genuinely helped me today, you have no idea. *hugs*
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I ❤ you, BW, mine.
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Is it weird that I’m bawling like a baby reading all of these comments? A post I almost scrapped at 10:00 last night and you are saying it helped you today? I’m completely overwhelmed and emotional. Thank you sweet friend.
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I feel 10 times stronger and less alone today because of this. Knowing there’s someone out there who would hold my hand, give me a hug, stand with me – that’s everything. And as great as it would be to actually do these things, just feeling like there is someone out there who would if they could, today, for me is more than enough. So often people write things like this and I don’t believe them. I believe you. And I’ll watch the sun set tonight imagining your hand on my shoulder like an invisible touch of grace reminding me I’m not as alone as I think.
I don’t even know you. I may never know you. But I am so grateful for your words. Especially, “You won’t keep trying to finish the job that someone or something else started so long ago.”
thank you.
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Sarah, your comment here, your words are so important to me. I can’t even describe how much they mean. If I could I would stand with you and give you a huge hug. Thank you so so much for saying this.
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I can’t begin to tell you how very much each word you wrote resonated with me. Thank you I truly needed to read this today.
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Aw, thank you Darla. That means so much to me. ❤
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Well Rachel already stole my favorite quote. Damn her. 😉 “When you absorb the things that were said to you by someone more broken than yourself. Someone whose statute of limitations on self hatred had run out so they heaped it all onto you.”
I was a little surprised by the different emotions that were stirred by this piece. I must have some open wounds. You have a beautiful heart, Gretchen, and that is incredibly rare. I’m so glad I met you and I love that you are a part of this group.
Thank you for such lovely words. We all need to hear them.
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I’m sorry you have some open wounds… I know I do. But it does suck when they sneak up on you.
I’m glad we got to meet and become friends and so so glad to be a part of this group. It is really special to me, all you girls are special to me. Thank you for your sweet words my friend.
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Reblogged this on Chaos, Cats and Chronic Pain and commented:
All of us that have been a little bit broken might find some words that resonate or comfort or inspire in this.
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I feel like you squeezed all my feelings and emotions out and wrote them better than I ever could… enjoy that compliment… I will never say it to anyone ever again, as far as I can tell based on past performance… HA!
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Art, thank you so much. I will enjoy that compliment. I am flattered. Thank you.
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no… thank you…
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I scrolled by this at least 10 times before finally reading it. I’m so glad I did. I really needed to read this today. Beautiful raw words, thank you.
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Thank you Lori. I’m glad you read it too. And if it offered you anything positive or helpful then I am grateful. Thank you.
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Beautiful. I vacillate between feeling like a victim and feeling well and empowered. I’d rather feel stronger today, but I don’t. Thanks for reminding me of my strength.
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I get it… I have been there. I hope you find yourself on the other side and feel the strength and empowerment again soon. xo
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I’m just crying because — I needed this.
But we’re here. And THAT IS something.
Thank you.
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Kimberly, I’m so sorry that you’re in a place where this touched you. I’ve been there many times myself. Yes, we’re here. That in itself is a victory. *hugs*
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Casually tearing up in the library, whoops. I know a lot of people who need to hear this.
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Awww, Sabina, I’m sorry for the tears… and thank you.
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you Sunflower!
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So strong & honest. Beautiful piece!
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Thank you so much Sarah!
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The next time you say you can’t write, or that you’re nervous about your writing, I’m just taking you by the hand and leading you back here. Thank you for this powerful piece. It means a lot to me.
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You have no idea how much it means for you to say I can write. Truly. When I hear that from one of the most talented writers I know (I’m talking blog, literary, ALL writers) I am speechless. And I’m glad that this meant something to you. Thank you my friend.
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Loved this
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Thank you Briton.
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Wow. Deep. I’m sharing this with everyone, because everyone needs this.
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Thank you so much Jen.
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Loved reading this post!
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Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it.
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Powerful words, LOVED it.
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Thank you so much Bryce.
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***This is for all of us. Because we’re all a little bit broken.**
Great , TRUE sentence, Gretchen.
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Thank you. I do think it’s true. And I think we all (at least I) forget that everyone else struggles too. It helps to know that we’re not alone…
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Reblogged this on susansmithadvice.
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I love this. Thank you. 🙂
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Thank you Byron, I really appreciate that.
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My God, Gretchen. This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.
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Oh, thank you Sandy. Wow. I’m so honored that you would say that. Thank you my friend. ❤
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Very good, I loved it! Like you said, “we’ve all got something.”
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I am blessed simply to know you all.
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Beautifully said – and, sometimes, we forget that we’re stronger in our broken places. Gorgeous blog.
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Thank you so much for this. I need to read this again and again.
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Just Yes and thank you.
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Thank you for this Gretchen, I really needed it 😘
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Strong et profound words, thank you for those words
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Reblogged this on ArtFreak.
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