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From Rubble to Ruby: Rebuilding After the Breaking
Some of us don’t walk away from relationships — we crawl.
We drag ourselves through the wreckage of promises, apologies, and all the quiet hopes we once tended like wildflowers. We don't always leave clean. Sometimes we leave shattered.
And yet, here we are.
Sorting through the rubble, one sharp memory at a time. Prying our hearts loose from the places they got stuck. Sweeping up the dust of dreams that didn’t make it. And still — somehow — beginning again.
Rebuilding isn’t glamorous. It’s not always inspirational. Some days it’s just getting out of bed, drinking your coffee hot, and refusing to let bitterness set up camp in your soul.
But make no mistake: rubble can be holy ground.
This is where the fiercest women are forged — not in ease, but in fire. This is where wisdom grows. Where boundaries strengthen. Where laughter returns, not because everything’s fine, but because you are finally free to breathe again.
To every woman standing knee-deep in the wreckage of what once was:
You are not broken.
You are becoming.
And darling — you are still far above rubies.
Some of us don’t walk away from relationships — we crawl.
We drag ourselves through the wreckage of promises, apologies, and all the quiet hopes we once tended like wildflowers. We don't always leave clean. Sometimes we leave shattered.
And yet, here we are.
Sorting through the rubble, one sharp memory at a time. Prying our hearts loose from the places they got stuck. Sweeping up the dust of dreams that didn’t make it. And still — somehow — beginning again.
Rebuilding isn’t glamorous. It’s not always inspirational. Some days it’s just getting out of bed, drinking your coffee hot, and refusing to let bitterness set up camp in your soul.
But make no mistake: rubble can be holy ground.
This is where the fiercest women are forged — not in ease, but in fire. This is where wisdom grows. Where boundaries strengthen. Where laughter returns, not because everything’s fine, but because you are finally free to breathe again.
To every woman standing knee-deep in the wreckage of what once was:
You are not broken.
You are becoming.
And darling — you are still far above rubies.