We are all wounded Quote

 

We Are All Wounded

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.