Whispers of Grace

"Forgiveness begins when you stop blaming the past version of yourself for not knowing what you know now." - UNKNOWN 

There was a time I mistook silence for love, and the pain that followed felt like a debt I owed to no one but myself. I gave pieces I wasn’t ready to give, not out of passion, but persuasion—wrapped in sweet words that masked control. I let him redefine my worth, speak over my voice, and hold my heart with hands that never truly cared to keep it. I stayed, even when I felt myself shrinking, believing the lie that this was love but when all it did was blur my reflection. But in the ruins of those choices, I found something softer than shame—grace. Not the kind someone gives you, but the kind you learn to give yourself when you've carried guilt like a second skin. I realized I was not weak for loving, only human for trusting. And healing didn't begin with forgetting—it began with forgiving the girl who didn’t know better. So now, I hold her close. I remind her: You were never too much. You were just loving the wrong person too deeply. And from that truth, I begin again