Unseen Wounds

I didn’t think I’d ever write this out loud.

Not the part where I stayed.

Not the part where I knew something was off—but kept trying to fix it anyway.

And definitely not the part where the person I trusted most tore me in half.

But here I am.

Breathing.

Some days I still wonder how.

Betrayal is a quiet killer. It doesn’t just hurt your heart—it shatters your self-worth. It makes you question your memory, your value, even your sanity. And when it comes from someone close—a partner, a friend, a sister—it cuts in places no one else can see.

I didn’t just lose them.

I lost me.

But this space right here? This blog? It’s not about staying lost.

It’s about choosing to breathe again.

Choosing to wake up, even with tear-stained pillows. Choosing to take the smallest step, even when my knees shake. Choosing to tell my truth, even if my voice cracks.

I don’t have all the answers.

I’m not “fully healed.”

But I’m here.

And if you are too… welcome.

You’re not crazy. You’re not weak. You’re not too broken.

You are still breathing, and that means there’s still hope.

This is just the beginning.

And I’m done being silent.

Let’s heal out loud—together.

— Lorrina