TESTED AND TORN, BUT I CARRY ON
There are days when the weight feels a little too much. When I’m caught in between love and pain, between holding on and letting go. It’s exhausting, not physically, but emotionally. Quietly. Silently. Pain doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it just sits there, heavy and still. And I carry it with me. Every day. Patience? I don’t even know how I’m still holding on. It feels like I’m constantly being tested. I keep telling myself to wait, to breathe, to give it time. But time doesn’t always heal like they say. Sometimes it just makes you numb. And yet… I forgive. Again and again. Not because I forget, I don’t. The truth is, I remember everything. Every moment. Every silence. Every time I had to put myself back together quietly. But still, I forgive. Because love is still here. And because it matters to me. Acceptance… I don’t know. Maybe I’m learning to accept that some things won’t ever feel fair. That not everything gets tied up neatly. That pain can live next to love. And persevera...
