Crying in the Bathroom: Why You’re Not Broken, You’re Molting

(Bathroom Stall Molt Sermon) ✨

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You don’t get to choose where the molt starts.
Sometimes it’s not at sunrise on a pretty hill.
Sometimes it’s here—
Bathroom floor.
Legs against cool tile.
Body crumpled like a forgotten flyer.
One breath away from disappearing into yourself.

You were trying to hold it in, weren’t you?
Hold the tears.
Hold the rage.
Hold the tiny, sacred truth of you that everyone keeps saying is "too much."

But here’s the secret no sparkle cult will tell you:
Sometimes the stall door is the temple.
Sometimes the broken wing is the blessing.
Sometimes you don’t rise.
Sometimes you molt.
Ugly. Holy.

And it’s not a failure.

It’s a spell.
It’s a spell that says:
"I will not fake it anymore. I will not shrink to fit a world that calls my survival a spectacle."

Better to crack in private than to start another storm they’ll blame you for?
Yeah.
But better still?
Let the crack be sacred.
Let the sob be scripture.
Let the stall become the birthplace of the next you.
One who doesn’t apologize for feeling.
One who doesn’t patch the old wings back on just to look presentable.
One who cries like a crow calling her people home.

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If you’re molting tonight—
in a parking lot, a gas station, a bathroom stall, or just inside your own ribs—

I see you.

You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not too much.

You’re molting.

And it's messy on purpose.

Pull a card if you want to.
Or just sit here with me a little longer.
Breathe.
Cry.
Let the feathers fall where they may.

No pressure.
Just permission.

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