Unseen Wounds

Hurt hurts because it’s truth you didn’t ask for.

It’s the moment your heart realizes the story in your head was never real.

It’s not just what they did — it’s what you believed.

You believed they cared. You believed this time was different.

You believed love meant safety.

And when that belief breaks, it feels like you break with it.

That’s why your chest aches.

That’s why your mind won’t stop replaying.

You’re not missing them — you’re mourning the version of them you built.

Hurt hurts because it strips you bare.

It forces you to face yourself — the parts that ignored the signs, that loved too hard, that stayed too long.

It’s grief disguised as anger, sadness dressed up as strength.

But it’s also holy in a way.

Because hurt doesn’t just destroy you — it remakes you.

It burns away illusions until only truth is left.

And one day, that same pain that broke you

will be the reason you never settle again.