Today, an old friend called—a friend who was there at the very beginning of my relationship with my ex-husband. She knew about the divorce but not the full extent of the abuse and pain I endured. For some reason, I felt compelled to share just a small part of what I went through.

It left me wondering: am I fully healed? Have I truly forgiven? Or is the very act of speaking about it part of my ongoing healing journey? I’ve come to realize that sharing isn’t about reopening old wounds—it’s about making sense of the past so I can keep moving forward. Each time I speak my truth, I take another step away from the darkness and closer to freedom and joy.

Forgiveness isn’t about excusing what happened or minimizing the pain. It’s about reclaiming my peace. And healing doesn’t happen in silence—it happens in connection, honesty, and hope.

For every person who reads this, know that your presence here brings me happiness and hope. Maybe my words are changing a life. Maybe you see me in a new light. Maybe something here resonates with your own story. This isn’t about him—it’s about me, about rising from depression, and about remembering how far I’ve come.

To anyone still walking through the valley: your pain doesn’t define you. Your future is brighter than your past. Forgiveness and healing are not single moments—they are journeys, and every step forward is a victory. 🌷✨