“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” — Leonard Cohen
Welcome to the club. We have cookies and existential dread.
Have you ever looked at someone else’s life and thought, “Wow, they really have it together”?
Maybe their Instagram shows more brunches than breakdowns. Maybe they talk about childhood like it was a Disney movie. Maybe their smile doesn’t look tired.And then, there’s you—wondering if you’re just… too broken.
The “Too Broken” Fear
I’ll be honest with you—I sometimes catch myself wondering if I’m just too broken.
Too complicated.
Too much.
Too little.
Too something that makes me secretly unfixable.
It hits hardest when I start comparing. I see people around me—friends, strangers, polished lives on social media—and I start telling myself stories. Stories like:
- They’ve healed more than me.
- They have clearer minds, cleaner lives.
- They’re just… better at being human.
But here’s the plot twist I keep learning: that’s complete nonsense.
Everyone Has Footsteps in the Mud
You can’t compare your insides to someone else’s highlight reel. We don’t walk around with little signs showing our pain, our progress, or the demons we’ve danced with at 2am.
We all carry invisible scars.
We all have messy timelines.
Some of us just got better at hiding the chaos under clean clothes and tidy captions.
I’ve realized something powerful—and I want to share it with you like a friend over coffee:
It’s not about being unbroken. It’s about being real.
The Pressure to Keep Up (And the Courage Not To)
Here’s another thing that sometimes freaks me out:
The pressure of missing out.
It feels like the world is moving faster than I am. Like everyone is collecting milestones, money, minimalism aesthetics, and I’m just… here.
Doing the inner work.
Following a quieter dream.
Trying to hold on to myself.
It’s wild because deep down, I know I don’t need all that outer stuff. I know that most of it wouldn’t even make me feel more whole.
But the pressure? It’s real.
And some days, it’s loud.
Some days, it takes everything in me to stay grounded—to remember what actually matters to me.
To choose my own pace.
To say “no thanks” to the shiny things and “yes please” to my soul.
Because honestly? Staying true to yourself in a world that profits off your doubt is an act of quiet rebellion.
The Art of Loving Your Cracks
I used to think healing would look like perfection. Like finally reaching some imaginary finish line where I’d be whole, polished, and free from fear.
But that kind of healing? It’s a trap.
Real healing feels like accepting your cracks and calling them art.
It feels like realizing: “Wait, maybe I’m not behind. Maybe I’m just on my own timeline.”
It’s learning to say:
“I don’t need to be fixed—I just need to be loved. By me, first.”
That, my friend, is the beginning of true freedom.
Nothing Outside Can Give You What You’re Searching For
Here’s the mic-drop moment:
You’re not going to find your worth in someone else’s eyes, someone else’s story, or someone else’s approval.
Trust me. I’ve searched there.
The real treasure is buried inside you—beneath the layers of shame, comparison, and fear. And the wildest part?
It’s been there the whole time.
Your beauty.
Your power.
Your voice.
Homeless in the Best Way
I called this platform Homeless-book.de because many of us have felt emotionally “homeless” at some point—unrooted, unseen, unsure where we belong. But here’s the twist I love:
Maybe we’re not homeless.
Maybe we’re just on the way home to ourselves.
And that, dear reader, is the most sacred journey of all.
Final Thoughts (For You, Beautiful Reader)
If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re too broken—please hear me when I say:
You are not.
You are becoming.
You are blooming.
You are a damn masterpiece, still in progress.
So let’s stop the comparison. Let’s start nourishing the self-love.
Let’s stop sprinting toward someone else’s dream, and start walking toward our own.
And let’s remember: nobody’s life is “greener.”
They just watered it differently.
🌿 With love, honesty, and a wink of wisdom,
— Katja, Founder of Homeless
