This week, someone said something hurtful, and I’ve been fighting those words in my head ever since.
I don’t want to care, but I do.
I don’t want to feel bad, but it breaks me in ways I can’t explain.
I don’t want it to hurt, but it does.
I said I wouldn’t cry, but I did.
But here’s the truth:
Feeling it doesn’t make me weak — it makes me human.
Healing starts with acknowledging the hurt,
and I’m learning to give myself that grace.
If you’ve ever been here too, just know…
you’re not alone. 💛✨
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