I saw this meme the other day, and I agree, but it’s missing something.
Because yes—falling apart doesn’t mean we’re broken beyond repair. Sometimes, it’s precisely what we need for healing to begin.
But here’s what the meme doesn’t say: tacos have a plate. If not a plate, then a wrapper, a napkin, a tray, or even your hand. It has something that holds it.
So my caveat is this—yes, we can fall apart and still be amazing. But we need a safe place to do it.
Who or what holds us when we fall apart? Who gives us the space to not be okay for a minute—or a while? Is it a trusted friend? A therapist? A favorite podcast? A worn and underlined inspirational book that feels like home?
And what about when you don’t have any of that?
No group chat. No church auntie. No therapist on speed dial.
We still need space.
Space to feel.
To grieve.
To rage.
To rest.
To reflect.
To rebuild.
And if no one else is holding that space for us… We have to learn how to hold it for ourselves.
Maybe it’s journaling. A voice note to your future self. A breath prayer. A quiet walk.
Whatever it looks like, you are worthy of a soft place to land.
If tacos can fall apart and still be amazing, then so can you
