The Flaky Crumb

When everything you hold falls apart in layers.

Dear Crumbheads,

You’ve been holding it together with the thinnest seams, brittle from too many expectations and too little rest. It only took one small pressure to crack the surface—and suddenly you’re shedding pieces you didn’t know were fragile.

. . .

It’s okay to fall apart. I once flaked so badly I ended up as decorative bread confetti at a wedding I wasn’t invited to.

Today, let yourself crumble without explanation. Curl up in a blanket or let your mind go quiet. No fixing. No mending. Just being in the pieces.

Healing doesn’t require holding everything together. It starts in the softness between the breaks.

Let the cracks breathe. Let them be proof you’re real.