Owning My Truth
The road to healing is rarely straight. It’s often windier and longer than we expect, a journey paved with pain, reflection, and quiet realisations. My latest chapter led me through a space where I had to balance a deep, challenging question: How do I remain fair to myself while trying to be trustworthy to someone who deliberately caused me harm? I saw an ugly side of this person, a version I wished didn't exist. Yet, the love didn’t simply disappear. It lingered, a strange testament to what love can be, complicated and persistent. Inside me, there was a war, a yin-and-yang struggle between the desperate need to let go and the heavy weight of resentment. Those feelings are still fighting. Many questions and thoughts remain unanswered, swirling in the air. I know, in time, this won't dominate my daily thoughts. I know that one day, I won't feel anything about this situation anymore. But right now, the wound is still fresh. It's a wound of pleasure, a stark reminder that ...