The Cup Broke. I Didn’t. ☕💔
There was nothing fancy about the cup.
No gold rim. No quote from a bestselling author.
It wasn’t even microwave safe (which I learned the hard way).
But it was mine.
A soft blue mug with a tiny crack on the side.
Gifted by someone who knew I liked “chai more than people.”
🫖 The Mug That Held More Than Tea
It became my morning therapist.
My “we’re not okay but pretending we are” sidekick.
It sat with me through:
- Cold mornings
- Quiet tears
- Loud dreams
- And a few burnt-toast breakfasts
Honestly? That cup had seen more of me than most people had.
💥 And Then… It Happened.
I was having one of those days—where your to-do list judges you harder than society ever has.
In between reheating chai and scrolling Instagram, it slipped.
Fell to the floor.
Shattered.
I stared at the pieces like they had betrayed me.
🎭 I Know, It’s “Just a Mug,” But Also…
It wasn’t just about ceramic.
It was about everything else that had cracked quietly over the past few years:
- Plans I had to postpone
- People who left without warning
- Versions of me I didn’t recognize anymore
The mug breaking felt like a symbol…
…of all the things I couldn’t glue back.
🧹 But Healing Isn’t Always Dramatic
No violins played.
No light beams from the sky.
Just me, sitting on the floor, whispering:
“Thank you… for everything you held for me.”
Then I laughed.
Because honestly, who talks to a cup?
Apparently, I do.
(And maybe you do too, if you’ve ever whispered to an old T-shirt or photo.)
🌱 The Comeback? Surprisingly Practical.
I didn’t throw it away.
I cleaned the biggest piece and turned it into a mini plant holder.
Named the plant Hopey (because naming plants helps avoid panic attacks, obviously).
It now sits on my window, soaking in sunlight and quietly minding its business—like the best kind of friend.
💬 Realisations Over Chai (From a Different Cup)
- I can still function without my favorite mug.
- Not everything that breaks needs fixing—some things need replacing, and some need repurposing.
- Healing isn’t about gluing the cracks perfectly.
- It’s about learning to live with a few visible scars and still saying,
“This? This is me. And I’m good.”
🧡 Dear Reader,
If something’s broken in your life—an item, a plan, or even a part of you—
You don’t need to fix it today.
You don’t need to throw it all away either.
Maybe just sit with it.
Hold the pieces.
Say thanks.
And if possible…
plant something in it.
Because sometimes, growth lives in the cracks.
☕ Yours with love,
Joice 💬
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