Love often feels like the simplest thing in the world, yet for some of us it takes a lifetime to find. My journey to love began with brokenness, but it led me to something far deeper and more healing than I ever imagined. I grew up in County Clare as the sixth of ten children, surrounded by both chaos and silence. Illness, injury, and loss carved deep marks into my childhood. The heaviest wound was losing my best friend, leaving me to learn how to live with half of my soul missing.
“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”
– Buddha
At home, my mother’s alcoholism cast a long shadow. The warmth and stability I craved rarely came, replaced instead by tension and moments of despair. My father’s quiet presence was often the only steady ground I had to stand on. When I sought love as an adult, I carried this fragile sense of worth into relationships. Two failed affairs pushed me further into believing I was unlovable. Each heartbreak felt like proof that I was destined to remain alone.
Finding My Connection in The Quiet
I began to wish for release, lying in bed at night, asking God to take me home. The pain felt endless, like I was walking through life with an empty shell. But somewhere in that darkness, a small spark appeared. It started with simple conversations, almost ordinary.
A message here, a chat there, a call that stretched into laughter. These moments built into something I hadn’t known before this connection, without judgment.
- Your past struggles do not define your future; they prepare you for it.
- Love begins with being seen and accepted for who you already are.
- Healing does not mean erasing scars, but giving them new meaning.
- Self-worth is not found in others’ approval, but in your own resilience.
Finding love after brokenness taught me one powerful truth: we are never truly unworthy, no matter how heavy our past. Love does not arrive to complete us, but to remind us that we were always whole.
