Bruised and Broken


Bruised and Broken

Bruised and Broken

I have a friend, a beautiful friend, who is loved and well-liked by those that know her.

She’s odd and she’s quirky. But there’s something about her that sets her apart from others and it’s noticeable every time she enters a room. She’s not the prettiest, the tallest, the cleverest, it’s just something about her and no one can put a finger on it, we’ve tried.

When she enters a room full of strangers she mingles immediately, putting everyone else at ease. Yet if she’s in that place, her sanctuary of solitude, she’s quiet and withdrawn. If you know her, then you know she’s distracted and often deep in thought in her own little world. If you don’t know her, you assume she’s just rude and distant, strange or even odd.

I have often wondered how such a beautiful person could appear so content when I sense that all is not well. I have watched her in a room surrounded by people in the midst of a conversation, and yet she never hears a word. Strangely enough, she manages never to miss a beat regarding the discussion though her mind is elsewhere, and I can’t help but wonder how on earth she does that.

I asked her once if she was alright, but I wasn’t prepared for the answer that I heard. Looking back I’m not sure I really knew what I was asking. Maybe it was a general show of concern; a friend reaching out or was it just small talk, I don’t know. But either way, her answer took me by surprise and I was stunned beyond belief.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

I didn’t know why I had asked her that question at that particular moment and I was suddenly lost for words, uncomfortable and wishing I hadn’t mentioned anything at all. She turned directly toward me and almost grinned but not quite and as calm as could be she said the following words.

“I’m displaced,” she said, “I’m bruised and broken.”

She never teared up to cry. She didn’t need or want pity. It was a fact and she wasn’t going to explain. I was speechless and suddenly felt like a fool, trying to be a good friend I had invaded her space. I knew enough that her bruises were emotional and not physical. I had no answers and nothing to give.

My friend did exactly what I thought she would do; she smiled, changed the subject, and asked if all was well in my world. I didn’t respond, I couldn’t and she didn’t press me and that didn’t surprise me either.

She didn’t mention that conversation again, and I didn’t ask. But I wonder if I should have. Bruised, broken, and displaced, wow! Strong emotions for such short words. I know that if one day she chooses to share, I will be here. We’re still friends. I also know in her own strange little way that she’s managing the best she can, but I don’t think I will ever forget those words.

Bruised, Broken, and Displaced. Wow…I can only hope if nothing else, she knows she has a friend.

By Amanda M. Thrasher

  1. Avatar of Sachin
    Sachin says

    i have read Author’s Amanda’s blog several times . And this is one of the most beautiful and awesome article . I hope she’ll always write like this .
    TAke care . God bless her :):):)

    1. Avatar of Amanda MThrasher
      Amanda MThrasher says

      Dear Sachin,

      You are such a beautiful soul! Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate them!

      All my best,

  2. Avatar of Kathleen M. Rodgers
    Kathleen M. Rodgers says

    The word “displaced” is what moves me to want to know more. I applaud this woman because she knows who she is and she’s not afraid to state it.

    Great essay, Amanda!

  3. Avatar of Amanda M. Thrasher
    Amanda M. Thrasher says

    Kathleen, I couldn’t agree more!
    Thank you for noticing and for the support of my work.


  4. Avatar of Gabriel Constans
    Gabriel Constans says

    Nice slice of life writing Amanda. Appreciate that you had the courage to ask the question. It validated what was not being said and provided her with a chance to share her strong emotions.

    A couple of sentences should have been separated. “She never teared up to cry, she didn’t need or want pity.” works better as, “She never teared up to cry. She didn’t need or want pity.” Again with, “I know if that if one day she chooses to share I will be here, we’re still friends.” works better as, “I know that if one day she chooses to share, I will be here. We are still friends.”

  5. Avatar of Amanda MThrasher
    Amanda MThrasher says

    Dear Gabriel,

    Thank you for reading my article and for your kind words. As soon as I can log into the site, I will change those sentences. Always nice to have an extra set of eyes, especially since I’m not an editor. (Writers have to appreciate the editors).

    All my best,

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