Beautifully Broken: Finding Freedom
- safehavenrecovery
- Apr 22, 2016
- 2 min read
It was almost dawn when we finally sobered up and stopped talking.. and at that moment, he uttered words that finally made sense. After revealing some exquisitely tender, incredibly tragic and succulent heartbreaking thoughts about both himself and me, he leaned over and said softly, “you’re beautifully broken”.
He gently brushed the hair back from my face and I teased him lightly for it, laughing when he gave his trademark dirty look, breaking the intensity of the moment. But the truth was, it spoke straight to me, touching deep down in my soul and lingering long after the noise of the day had taken hold.
We all have a little brokenness inside us. Cracks and splinters where the light shines through to chase away the darkness. And it’s stunningly beautiful – the mixture of dark and light, the acceptance of the shades that make us whole. It was thought provoking for me. To look at the parts of myself that I thought I had forgotten, pushed aside or simply denied how much they shape me.
So I looked closer.
Our friendship is simple. Truly. What he said was simple. But it touched my soul and penetrated my drunken haze of thoughts. I pause on his words on occasion, to fully absorb them and let them sink in and I discover at times an emotional response so strong, I’m almost fearful of it. I recognize in him the same pieces of a soul that has been scattered with the broken shards slowly being firmly slid back in place to complete who I am. I wonder how he had the courage and strength to question the dimensions of destruction and embrace life and challenge me to embrace mine.
Sometimes we just need someone. It doesn’t always matter who it is. Sometimes it’s a stranger, a sound, the smell of perfume lingering on skin or a specific color of blue. It’s a thousand words or moments of silence. But it reminds us what it’s like to live in a moment and feel something.. and that’s freedom.
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