About Me

Thank you for taking time to stop by Life Isn't Broken! The blog name is a statement of truth that I've come to know over time.

Whether you're still trying to make sense of it all or if you've already arrived at the same conclusion, you're welcome here. Together we'll figure this out!

Here's my story. I'd love to share yours as well!

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. - Moliere

Just in case you failed Egyptian Mythology, (or didn't bother with it like me) let me give you the cliff notes I found online.

The Phoenix is an "Egyptian mythological bird of red, gold and purple plumage, colors of the rising sun. The phoenix, symbolizing rebirth and resurrection, died in the fire of the funeral pyre, but arose from the ashes."

In November of 2006, I died in a kind of fire. The life I knew came crashing down into a funeral pyre and ignited. There were ashes!  Lot's and lots of ashes.  

There were nights where I all I could do was  rock back and forth listening to a song called "Calling All Angels" hoping that if I replayed it enough times, they'd descend on a golden staircase and save me. (As it turned out they were there all along...I just didn't know it yet.)

It doesn't matter what happened to unleash the hounds of hell that ripped my insides out. What does matter is there was fire, there were ashes, I died and was buried under them, and I rose. 

There were times I was sure I would never again see the light through the ashes. There were times I didn't want to see the light through the ashes. Every night would melt away into another day and the sun would rise as if that were alright under the circumstances.

At times, I would welcome morning believing that all had passed and I was whole again!  By noon I'd be gathering the ashes around myself trying to put out the light that I was still too raw to face.

Healing comes in waves, and so it was with me. It was happening as I rocked and listened, and prayed. It was happening when I moved the ashes and peeked out, and it was happening as I was gathering them back around myself.  

Healing happened as I confided in trusted friends. It happened as each tear fell and it happened when laughter forced it's way out to break the monotony.

I don't believe for a second that I suffered more deeply than others have and still will suffer.  I don't believe my pain was unique in any way other than it was mine. I do believe that all suffering has purpose and lessons to offer us. I say "offer" intentionally. It won't be forced upon us and we won't be compelled to accept it, but the gift is extended if we care to reach for and open it.  
The truth is, if I had any idea the inner knowing that facing those dark nights of the soul would open me up to, I might jolly well have lit myself on fire!

Adversity is not a pleasant teacher, but it's a great one. The lessons I've learned "the hard way" are lessons that stay with me and give me the grit to stare the future in the face and say "bring it!"

We all have an inner Phoenix. I didn't know that until I met my own. I don't know when you'll have the chance to meet yours, but if you haven't already, then I pray you feel it when your angels come marching in, and as you rise from your own ashes, I hope you'll be even more beautiful than the mythical bird described above

Next time the pyre timber begin to stack up around you, embrace the lessons waiting for you, channel your inner Phoenix and be ready to soar!    


  1. Wow! I'm in tears. So profound and beautiful and definitely speaks to me deeply. This particular line made me shed tears..."I do believe that all suffering has purpose and lessons to offer us." We really are kindred spirits! I think I just made a comment on another post along the same lines. I also believe that my soul chose this life I have, specifically for the lessons I was supposed to learn. I've been tossing around ideas for a post about all of the deaths and re-births I've experienced. This really makes me think I need to get writing! ;) Thank you so much for sharing your story with so much soul and depth. (P.S. Sorry for being a blog-stalker today. Lol)

    1. There's no such thing as a blog stalker - at least as far as I'm concerned. I once read a blog from the day it started all the way till it's present post. (That took some time!) Isn't sharing our stories why we write to begin with? And YES, you definitely should be writing. The people who don't learn from their experiences sure are. ;) How great would it be to add to the positive side of the scale? Thank you for your sweet comments. Nice to be on the same wavelength. I could tell by your title too!

  2. Beautiful, Anita. I am learning how to call on my inner Phoenix. Reading the works of Pema Chodron has been helpful in the past few months, as she guides her readers through the practice of fully being with pain and uncertainty, and why it's important to be able to do so in order to move through it.

    1. I love that. "Fully being with the pain and uncertainty" was something I had never tried before. I avoided feeling my suffering by sweeping it under a rug. I actually believed it went away when I did. This time I cried every single tear the second it needed to be cried. I sought out help. I withdrew from everything that wasn't related to healing and rebuilding. I was amazed that the debris under the rug also came creeping back uninvited so I cried those belated tears too. It was quite a lengthy process but long overdue. I'm hoping that you're learning out of curiosity and not necessity. If it is necessity, I promise you'll rise again! - Let me help.