HURT

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how people can hurt you so deeply and not even seem to care. How they can walk away from something that still keeps you up at night. It’s a strange kind of pain — the kind that makes you question what any of it meant, if it ever meant anything at all.

I keep talking to God about it. Some days, it’s not even talking — just sitting there, feeling everything, and hoping He’s listening. I tell Him I don’t understand how people can be so careless with hearts. I tell Him I’m tired of being the one who feels too much.

Maybe He’s trying to show me something. Maybe He’s teaching me how to let go, or how to love without losing myself. I don’t know yet. But I’m trying to trust that even in all this confusion and hurt, He’s still here — still working, still holding me when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

I don’t have answers. I just have faith that one day, I’ll look back and understand why this had to happen, and why it hurt the way it did.

For now, I’m just here — trying to heal, trying to believe, trying to keep my heart soft when it would be so much easier to shut it down.