Despite spending years building walls around myself, keeping busy, chasing new goals, and filling every hour of my day so completely that I barely had time to breathe, deep down I'd always known this day would come.
The day I'd have to stop pretending I was okay.
And today, despite everything, I had to admit Jonathan was right.
I needed—I still need—to let it go.
The resentment.
The guilt that's been quietly eating me alive.
The pain that has remained buried deep inside my soul ever since my life fell apart.
Talking to him?
That's still a long way off.
It's a bridge I'm not sure I'm ready to cross.
But looking inward, opening this wound, trying to understand where this unbearable pain comes from...
That's already a beginning.
A step I could no longer postpone.
I've always been
