Born in the Breaking (Part 1)

There’s a kind of pain that doesn’t just hurt, it unmakes you.

Not the kind that leaves a bruise, but the kind that strips your identity, crushes your pride, and forces you to face what you’ve been running from. I didn’t know it then, but that pain was birthing something in me. I was being born, in the breaking.

There’s a story about eagles.

At a certain age, their bodies betray them. Their talons dull. Their beak curves in. Their feathers grow too heavy for flight. They have two choices: stay as they are and slowly die… or retreat to a high place and begin the painful work of transformation.

And it is painful.

The eagle plucks out every feather. Tears off its own beak. Breaks its claws. It becomes unrecognizable, naked, vulnerable, grounded.

And then... it waits.

Eventually, new feathers grow. A sharper beak forms. Stronger talons emerge. The eagle rises again, not just restored, but renewed. Transformed. Ready to soar for decades more.

I know what that mountain feels like.

Life brought me to a place where everything had to break: my plans, my identity, the relationships I clung to, the pride I didn’t know I carried. I didn’t choose the breaking, but I had to choose what to do with it.

Would I resist it? Or would I let it remake me?

The truth is: healing hurts. Transformation isn’t pretty. Resurrection only comes after death.

But I am living proof that you can be born in the breaking.

Because when the breaking comes, it’s not always to destroy you. Sometimes it’s the only way to free you.

Sometimes, God allows everything to fall apart so that the parts that never belonged can fall off. So that what’s real, what’s divine, what’s eternal, can rise.

You won’t come out of it the same.

But if you surrender to the pressing, if you let the plucking happen, if you stay on that mountain long enough, you will rise.

Wiser. Sharper. Lighter. Stronger.

You’ll fly again.

Maybe not like before.

Better.

Keep shedding. Keep healing. Keep rising.

You were born for this.

– Alexya