We Are All Wounded

Recently, I came across a beautiful post entitled, We Are All Wounded, by @Coral Charm. Although I probably needed no reminder, it did reinforce the fact, we are all wounded in some way. Through life’s journey it’s inevitable that we will all experience some brokenness along the way. The good news is, we are also strong. We can be healed. We can rise from the brokenness and God can make beauty from the ashes.

There is a line that says, “But your wounds don’t make you weak. They make you human. They are the evidence of a life lived, of battles fought, of a heart brave enough to feel.” Oh, how very true. We will all suffer the loss of a loved one. It’s part of the circle of life and loss is something no one can avoid. My favorite part says:

We are all wounded, but we are also resilient.

We may limp, but we keep moving.

We may break, but we learn to rebuild.

And in the end, our scars tell a story:

not just of pain,

but of survival.

Not just of what we’ve lost,

but of what we’ve found.

I hope the words behind We All Are Wounded encourages you to keep moving forward today. You are not alone and we can walk this journey together. With love, Pat

We all are wounded,

somewhere deep inside where no light reaches.

We walk through life with invisible scars, hearts stitched together by trembling hands, hoping no one looks too closely.

The world teaches us to hide it,

to smile when it hurts,

to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.

But we all are broken,

each of us carrying stories

we’re too afraid to tell.

The mother who cries in secret after her children sleep.

The man who laughs the loudest but feels the emptiest inside.

The friend who always says, “I’m fine,”

because she knows no one truly asks twice.

We bleed differently.

Some wounds are fresh, still raw to the touch.

Others have scabbed over, but the pain lingers when we press too hard.

And some are buried so deep,

we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist— until something tears them open again.

Maybe it was betrayal that broke you.

Maybe it was the love you gave

that was never returned.

Maybe it was the dream you chased

that left you empty-handed.

Or the loved one you lost too soon.

Maybe it was the words you heard growing up, or the silence that followed when you needed words the most.

But your wounds don’t make you weak.

They make you human.

They are the evidence of a life lived, of battles fought, of a heart brave enough to feel.

And while we’re all wounded,

we’re also all healers.

We carry salve in our words,

in the way we listen without judgment, in the way we show up for each other.

We patch each other up,

sometimes without even knowing.

A kind word, a gentle touch, a reminder that, “You’re not alone”— that’s how we start to mend.

So don’t hide your wounds.

Don’t pretend they don’t exist.

Let them breathe.

Let them teach you empathy,

let them remind you that everyone you meet is fighting a battle you can’t see.

We are all wounded,

but we are also resilient.

We may limp, but we keep moving.

We may break, but we learn to rebuild.

And in the end, our scars tell a story:

not just of pain,

but of survival.

Not just of what we’ve lost,

but of what we’ve found.

So, if you feel broken today,

know this darling….you’re not alone.

You’re part of a world full of cracked souls still shining light through their brokenness.

And that’s what makes us beautiful.

~ Written by Coral Charm

~Art by Akira Macanguisae