People walk around looking normal, but inside, they are graves filled with the memories of who they used to be before the world broke them. But you are not just a grave, you are a garden, and you will bloom again.

Have you ever looked at someone and wondered how much they’re hiding beneath their skin? How much of themselves they had to bury just to survive?

We all do it, we walk through life wearing masks of normalcy, pretending that we’re whole, that we’re fine, that we haven’t lost pieces of ourselves along the way. But inside, beneath the surface, there are graves. Silent, heavy, filled with the memories of who we used to be before heartbreak, disappointment, and loss reshaped us into strangers even we barely recognize.

Maybe you’ve felt it too. The weight of all the versions of yourself that didn’t make it. The child who once believed in love without hesitation. The dreamer who wasn’t afraid to chase after the impossible. The heart that hadn’t yet been cracked open by the cruelty of life.

It’s easy to believe that once something dies within you, it’s gone forever. That once you’ve been broken, all that remains is the aftermath, the loss, the grief, the hollow spaces where hope used to live. But you are not a grave. You are not just a resting place for all that was taken from you.

You are a garden.

And even in the aftermath of destruction, life still wants to grow through you. Even when it feels like there’s nothing left, the roots of who you are remain. Wounded, yes. Scarred, maybe. But alive. And where there is life, there is the possibility of blooming again.

You may not return to who you were before, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe life is not about going back to the past but about finding the courage to create something new. To plant yourself in the soil of your own survival and rise, slowly, gently, but surely, toward the light again.

Because no matter what the world has taken from you, there is still something left inside you that refuses to die.

Food for thought: What if, instead of mourning who you used to be, you started nurturing who you’re becoming? What if your healing is not about finding your old self, but about discovering a version of you that is even stronger, even wiser, even more beautiful than before?