Broken, But Still Ticking: A Love Letter to the Healing and Human

There’s a question that floated through my mind the other day—simple, strange, and yet... strangely true:

Do broken clocks know they’re broken?
And what about people?

I've been on this healing journey for years. It's not a straight line. It doesn’t come with a map or an “all better now” certificate. I rise early. I roll out my yoga mat. I breathe, I stretch, I hydrate, I speak affirmations into my reflection—even when I don’t fully believe them. I help others heal because the very practices I now share once pieced me back together.

And still—some days, I feel off. Like I’m ticking, but not quite in time.

Beautiful & Broken

Being broken isn’t failure. It’s evidence that you’ve felt, loved, lost, survived.
It means you’ve been through something real. Something that carved into your soul and yet, somehow, didn't destroy you.Like the Japanese art of Kintsugi, where broken pottery is repaired with gold, our cracks don’t diminish our value—they become part of what makes us more beautiful, more sacred, and more one-of-a-kind.

I used to think healing would feel like floating. Now I know it feels like falling apart and putting yourself back together—again and again—with gentler hands each time.

Some days it’s a deep meditation. Other days, it’s crying in the car while eating something you told yourself you wouldn’t eat. And guess what? That’s healing, too.

Still Ticking

Even when the timing feels off, even when the pieces aren’t polished—you're still here.
You’re still breathing.
Still showing up for life.
Still ticking.

Not perfectly. Not always gracefully. But ticking nonetheless.

And that means something. It means everything.

❤️ A Love Letter to You

To the ones holding it together with soft prayers and strong coffee,
To the ones who feel everything too deeply and sometimes nothing at all,
To the ones who keep going—quietly, slowly, imperfectly…

You are not broken beyond repair. You are breaking open.
You are becoming more of yourself, not less.
You are still ticking. Still trying. Still becoming.

This journey isn't neat. It isn’t linear.
But it is sacred.
And the fact that you're still here—still loving, still seeking, still showing up—is the greatest proof of your strength.

So here's to the messy. The mending. The in-between.
You don’t have to be fixed to be whole.
You’re already enough.

With love and a soft exhale,
—Zailynn the Zen Fairy