Never Not Broken

Last week I was having a particularly tough time dealing with many different life issues. My roommate then came to me with an article that she reads when she is feeling stressed or overwhelmed. Upon reading this article, I began to cry because I could connect so well with what the author was saying.

Although I’ve never really followed mythology before, I found myself connecting with the goddess that the author was talking about. The Hindu goddess that is mentioned is, Akhilandeshvari, and her name essentially breaks down into meaning “never not broken”. As I continued reading I began thinking about the people I know who have struggled with depression, mental illness, or life tragedies that leave them feeling alone and beyond repair. Almost everyone can connect with feeling broken at some point; being so hurt that you just want to lay in a ball on your bedroom floor and never get up.

This article pointed out that it is in these moments that you become strong. If everything in your life had always been perfect, you would never learn any valuable life lessons. I’m sure there are many life events we all wish we could bypass or never have to experience, but the truth is that we learn more about who we are as a person during these times.

I encourage you to read the article and I hope it gives you the sense of hope and peace that it gave me.

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2 thoughts on “Never Not Broken

  1. I appreciate the comment that you left on one of my blog posts. I am truly sorry that tragedy came your way with the loss of your boyfriend at his own hand. Keep writing your blog. I found writing my own story (when I can find the time to post) to be therapeutic and revealing.

    My journey into addiction followed the well worn path of repression, suppression and ultimately depression. Repression was the survival mechanism that protected, or I should say “preserved me” from the chilhood trauma that I experienced. Inevitably, those buried experiences reach a conscious state and the natural reaction is to suppress. That suppression leads to depression. And then, that depression most often leads to self-medication and ultimately addiction. I didn’t chose addiction. That increasing suspended state of addiction, numbness and human disconnect, led me right to suicides front door.

    Unfortunately, I have heard my story repeated many times. And, tragically, I know a number of wonderfully talented people who have taken their lives.

    I comend your efforts to share your story and gain knowledge in an area that baffles the loved ones left behind and too often leaves them with unanswered question and no closure.

    Best

    • Thank you so much for your kind words. It sounds like you’ve been through quite a battle yourself, but I am so glad you’re around to share your story and experiences with others. Thank you

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