Unbroken: The Theory That Finally Made Sense

There’s something that’s been sitting with me lately. A theory I stumbled across—the ‘Broken Bone Theory.’ Ever heard of it? It suggests that those who’ve never broken a bone are somehow under spiritual protection, shielded by something bigger than we can see. And the second I read it, I felt it. Goosebumps. Because me? I’ve never broken a bone. Not once.

How? I’ve been clumsy my whole life. Reckless, even. I was the kid who climbed the tallest trees, perched at the very top, legs swinging, looking down at the world like it was all mine. Never scared. Never falling. And despite all the chaos I grew up in, despite everything—I stayed whole.

Why?

It’s got me thinking. Really thinking. Because if you know my story, you know it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t easy. Violence. Anger. Shouting matches that bled into silence. A house that held more fear than safety. I spent years walking on eggshells, waiting for the next explosion. And yet—through it all—I never broke.

Is that luck? Or is it something else?

I’ve been in situations that could’ve shattered me. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. But they didn’t. Somehow, I walked away. Sometimes bruised, sure. Sometimes carrying invisible scars. But my bones? Still intact.

And the more I sit with this, the more it’s clicking into place. Maybe I’ve been held. Protected. Maybe I wasn’t meant to break. Maybe my story was never about the fall. Maybe it’s about the staying. The witnessing. The way I’ve always stood slightly apart, watching the world from the edges, seeing things others couldn’t.

What if that’s why?

I’ve always felt different. Always. Not better. Not above. Just… different. Like I was born a little sideways from the world. And for the first time, I’m not fighting it. I’m seeing it. Maybe I wasn’t meant to blend in. Maybe I wasn’t meant to carry their weight. Maybe I was meant to break cycles—not bones.

And it’s wild, isn’t it? How the pieces start slotting together when you stop trying to make them fit someone else’s puzzle. Everything’s making sense. The separation. The intuition. The way my path has always curved away from the crowd. I wasn’t meant to fall. I wasn’t meant to shatter. I was meant to see. To hold. To tell.

Maybe you’ve felt it too. That quiet knowing. That whisper that you’re here for something more—not more important, but more specific. More intentional. Maybe you’ve felt protected in ways you couldn’t explain. Maybe you’ve been wondering why you haven’t fallen the way others have.

What if you weren’t meant to? What if staying whole was the point?

Because just because you haven’t broken, doesn’t mean you haven’t been through it. And maybe—just maybe—you were never meant to break at all.

Do you feel it too?