Brokenness: The Masks Fall
There’s nothing left to hide. Pain outweighs fear. The masks fall. From the breakage, something new begins.
A Morning Like No Other
Sometimes you just wake up. Just wake up. The weight of the world sits on your shoulders, and you know one day you’ll die before you finish everything you started. A deep sorrow takes hold, and you wonder — maybe I should do something else. The dreams from the night still echo in your mind: the woman from your past, the one you messaged in your sleep — maybe she’s divorced now. Maybe it’s time you left too. Maybe you’d be together.
But maybe you’re not capable of love anymore
Not for yourself, not for anyone else. You stand at the threshold of a new age, and something in the fabric of reality seems to mock it. You are who you are, and you’ll always remain with yourself, forever and ever. Sometimes you’re not even sure you understand yourself anymore. Sometimes it all feels like one long rebellion against the compulsive need to get out of bed. You don’t want to. You want to rot in it until every bone hurts. You want to be left alone. But you rise — because habit is stronger than will, and the fear of stagnation is far worse than the fear of participating in this ridiculous game of fake reality. In foolishness, you chose to serve God, and today you don’t even know why. Yesterday, you served in radiant light. Today? Darkness on the face of the deep. Maybe it was something you saw on TV. Maybe it’s a natural crisis. Who knows. In the end, you face your work and must carry it out without trembling, pretending there is logic to any of it.
What Is Right? Where Is Peace?
We believe in your voice.
Questions That Burn Before They’re Spoken
What if I don’t want to get out of bed anymore?
How do I know if I’m broken — or just tired?
Fatigue fades. Brokenness lingers. But even brokenness has texture: if you’re still asking questions, still searching for meaning, even through pain — something inside you is still alive. That’s not failure. That’s flame.
Is it wrong to dream of leaving everything behind?
Not wrong. Human. The soul sometimes whispers: “There’s another path.” It’s not betrayal — it’s longing. Listen to it. But don’t follow it blindly. Let it sit with you until you know whether it’s a scream or a seed.
Why does everything feel meaningless, even the things I once loved?
Because you’ve changed. And when you break, old meanings no longer fit. That doesn’t mean there is no meaning. It means new meanings are waiting to be born — not from logic, but from pain itself.
Where is God in all this?
Maybe He left. Maybe He’s hiding. Or maybe — He’s lying beside you in that bed, in silence. Maybe He too has no answers, only presence.
What if I no longer believe in love?
Then don’t force yourself to love. Just be still. Let tenderness come as a guest, not a commandment. You don’t owe the world belief. Only honesty.