Part of me wanted them to feel guilty, to realize what they'd done, to come crawling back with an apology. I imagined that conversation a thousand times. What I'd say, how dignified I'd be, how they'd finally understand ☀️

But you know what? That conversation never happened. And I realized I was poisoning myself while waiting for justice that might never come. They moved on completely unbothered while I replayed every hurtful moment like some awful movie stuck on repeat.

So I made a choice. I forgave them - not because they deserved it, but because I deserved peace 💫 I didn't send a message or make a grand gesture. I just decided internally: this is over. I release you from the debt you don't even know you owe me.

And weirdly? It worked. The anger started dissolving. Not instantly - I'm not going to pretend it's some magic cure. But gradually, I noticed I wasn't thinking about it constantly. The bitterness was loosening its grip 🦋

People say "forgiveness is for you, not them" and I used to think that was just a nice quote. But it's literally true. Holding onto hurt doesn't punish the person who hurt you - they're probably living their best life. It only punishes you, keeps you stuck in a moment that's already passed.

I'm not saying what happened was okay. I'm not excusing bad behavior. I'm just refusing to let someone else's mistakes continue controlling my emotional state. That's not weakness - that's taking my power back ✨ Have you ever felt lighter after letting something go, even when you never got closure?