The Ones Who Break Us… and the Ones Who Rebuild Us

Come, come sit with me. Grab a drink and pull up a chair.

Okay… I heard a comment today that made me sit back and think — like really think about the words.

Because child… they ran around in my head all day.

The comment was this:

Some people come into our lives to break us… and some come into our lives to rebuild us.

Sit with that for a moment.

I know what you’re thinking…

Who is breaking me?
And who is rebuilding me?

Mmm… yeah.
I felt that one down in my bones.

It hits hard.

The reason it hits hard… is because you never want to think that people are breaking you.

But they do.

And sometimes it’s not loud or obvious.

The breaking can happen in the way someone talks to you…
or the way you feel when you’re around them.

And deep down, in your heart of hearts… you know it’s not right.

You feel it.

And in that breaking… you start to withdraw a little.

You get quieter.
You question things more.

And you find yourself asking:

Why?

Why does this feel off?
Why do I feel different?
Why does something that should feel good… not feel good at all?

But here’s the thing…

You may not even realize you were being broken…

Until someone else comes into your life
and helps you rebuild.

And when that rebuilding starts happening…

You’re afraid to trust it.

Because you trusted before…
and got broken.

So even when it feels good…
you hesitate.

You question it.
You hold back just a little.

Not because you want to…
but because a part of you is still protecting what was hurt.

Let me tell you something…

I have been broken.

And the truth is… we all will be at some point.

But what I can say — and say it with my whole heart now — is this:

I know that I am worth so much more… and so are you.

Not because everything was easy.

Not because I didn’t question myself.

But because I lived through the moments that tried to make me forget.

And I didn’t stay there.

And maybe that’s what rebuilding really is…

Not someone putting you back together…

But you remembering your own value
— piece by piece.

Whisper: “Being broken didn’t define me… remembering my worth did.”


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