This weekend marks the intersection of three heavy moments.

We read Parshat Devarim, where Moshe retells a history full of missteps, grief, and survival. We prepare for Tisha B’Av, the day we mourn destruction and collective heartbreak. And it’s also the beginning of Teen Mental Health Month, when we shine a light on the invisible battles so many young people are fighting.

What do they all have in common? They remind us that we do not need to pretend things are fine when they’re not. They remind us that healing isn’t about perfection. Healing is about naming what’s broken – and choosing to build anyway.

We build with the grief. With the confusion. With the joy. With the resilience. We make room for stories that contradict each other and feelings that don’t line up neatly. We remind ourselves that healing and hurt can coexist.

With our philosophy of “eilu v’eilu” – both these and those – we know that multiple truths can live side by side.

Broken doesn’t mean beyond repair. It means real. It means honest. It means worth showing up for.

Whether you’re holding grief, joy, anger, or all of the above—you’re not alone. We’re here, building something sacred from all the pieces.