Unseen Wounds

I see you.

I know what it’s like to feel invisible, to cry in the dark when nobody is watching, to wonder if the pain will ever end. I’ve been there—feeling like every step forward is swallowed by the weight of yesterday. I’ve felt betrayal, disappointment, and the hollow ache of loving and not being fully seen in return.

And I want you to know something real: it’s okay to feel all of that. It doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t make you less. It makes you human.

I’ve cried more tears than I can count. I’ve asked God, life, the universe—whatever you call it—why it hurts so much. And slowly, painfully, I’ve realized that every scar, every broken piece, carries a lesson. Every moment I thought I couldn’t go on, I was learning resilience. Every heartbreak was shaping me into a woman who can survive, who can rise, who can love herself in ways no one else ever could.

So, if you’re reading this, take my hand through the screen. Let me remind you: give yourself grace. Protect your heart, yes—but don’t hide from your pain. Sit with it, learn from it, and let it make you stronger.

You are not broken beyond repair. You are not invisible. You are seen, you are loved, and your story—messy, beautiful, and real—is far from over.