26/07/2025
Some stories don’t end with being fixed, but they can end with something beautiful coming from the wreckage. 💗🫶🏼🙌🏼🔥
I had my first Pilot for AmorDefence today, which went so well. This is my ‘Amor Fati’ my beautiful wreckage.🔥
My daughter broke every dish in my china cabinet during her manic episode, and I sat on the kitchen floor surrounded by twenty years of shattered memories.
The paramedics had just left with her again. Another 72-hour hold. I was fifty-two, alone, staring at fragments of the life I thought we'd built together.
"Throw it all away," my neighbor said gently. "Sometimes you just start over."
But I couldn't. Each broken plate held a story. The blue willow from my wedding shower. Christmas dishes from seventeen years. The teacup my daughter gave me at eight when she still believed I could fix everything.
I swept the pieces into boxes, telling myself I'd deal with it later. Months passed. Then one morning, staring at my cracked concrete walkway that made the whole house look broken, something clicked.
I found this amazing artist on Tedooo app who creates garden mosaics from broken ceramics (I also have my handmade store there, so I trusted her that it would be good). She didn't just sell supplies - she understood the story. When I explained what happened, she sent grout and sealant with a handwritten note about "making beauty from brokenness."
Three weeks later, working on my knees in the dirt, I placed each fragment like a prayer. My daughter came home to find me there, covered in dust and tears, fitting the last piece of her childhood teacup into place.
"Mom," she whispered, kneeling beside me. "It's beautiful."
We both cried then, holding each other over the pathway made from our broken things. Some stories don't end with everything fixed, but they can end with something beautiful emerging from the wreckage.
