Even Iron Bends
When It's Hot Enough
All my life I’ve been strong, hanging in there. Not even the heaviest panic attacks could keep me from the fake truth I’ve always told myself for years. This sounds like an oxymoron, but it isn’t. Fake truths are real.
Women are caregivers at heart. Family is the most important thing. Blood is thicker.
We’ve been groomed to believe that family must always be the center. And as we build our own, we slowly bend that fake truth… only to replicate it again. Family can be our friends, our pets, our lover. Even ourselves. It doesn’t have to be blood.
Blood can be a bad omen. An open wound that brings pain. Sometimes, blood hurts.
This doesn’t mean all family systems should perish—only the broken ones. The toxic ones. The ones that can poison you, shape you, and turn you into someone you’re not. We have the power to change them and thrive beyond.
Even iron bends when it is hot enough. Even coal reshapes with pressure for something brighter. We are not carved in stone.
We are malleable and our history doesn’t define us. It’s our foundation, yes, but we chose how to create from it and nurture it as a canvas, not an impenetrable truth we’re doomed to repeat.
We learn, we break the cycle, we untangle the thread.
We set ourselves free.
