Films That Held Me While I Fell Apart

Quitting my job without a plan was terrifying. These films became my therapies, my pep talks, my reminders that women have always been figuring it out as they go. "The Glassblower" taught me that wanting something isn't enough—you have to take it. Watching her refuse to be broken while literally shaping glass felt like watching myself learn to rebuild. "Brooklyn" understood homesickness in a way that made my chest ache. "One day the sun will rise and you won't even notice because it's so weak, then you'll start caring about people and things unrelated to your past." Sometimes healing happens so quietly you almost miss it. "The Bookshop" reminded me that courage looks like opening a bookstore in a town that doesn't want you. "In bookshops, people are never alone." I spent entire afternoons in cafes just to remember this feeling. "The Tailor" showed me that creativity is power. "You learned to create, you can change people—that's very powerful." Making something beautiful from nothing felt revolutionary. "The Color Purple" broke me open: "Everything want to be loved." Even my messy, unemployed, uncertain self. These films didn't fix me. They sat with me while I fixed myself. #entertainment #movie #womencinema