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Dear Self,
My heart aches so fiercely when I let my mind wander back to them—the ones I love with every piece of me, the ones I poured my soul into. They’re the same ones who’ve wounded me the deepest, swearing their love was true while their actions carved holes in my spirit. Their love wasn’t real—not the kind I needed. It was a love that fractured me, that left me gasping under the weight of betrayal. They turned away from my truth, silenced my feelings, and dismissed the emotions I laid bare, all while claiming they cared. And oh, how that cuts, how it burns.
This pain is a storm inside me, relentless and suffocating, tearing at the seams of who I am. It’s too much, too heavy, and I don’t know how to hold it or where to lay it down. I feel like I’m drowning in it, lost in the hurt, with no map to find my way out. My heart is so tired, so broken, and yet it keeps beating, searching for a way to heal.
But in this darkness, I’m clinging to a flicker of hope. God, You are my only hope, my anchor when everything else crumbles. I’m praying, pleading, that You won’t let go of me. Hold me close, please, and carry me through this pain.
With all my heart,
Me