When We’ve Been Deeply Hurt

When we’ve been deeply hurt by another, the wound doesn’t just break our hearts—it separates us from ourselves. It leaves us lonely and withdrawn, wondering how to make sense of the pain.

We often believe that what we need most is for the one who hurt us to “wake up,” to see the damage they’ve caused, and to rush in with remorse and repair. So we wait—like a damsel in distress.
We wait in silence.
We wait in rage.
We wait with aching hope.

We pace. We fume. We mourn. We threaten. And still, they don’t come.

Eventually, we grow weary. And in that weariness, something begins to shift. When we release the belief that someone else is our salvation, a quiet but powerful energy stirs inside us.

We gather ourselves.
We wipe our tears.
We rise—step by step—stronger and wiser with each move forward.

As we journey on, we begin to truly see ourselves—not just the version shaped by pain, but the essence of who we are beneath the old stories. We become grateful—deeply and authentically—that we are the answer. That we always were.

We are the light.
The healer.
The gatekeeper of our own soul.

And we celebrate—because what has emerged from within us can never again be taken. It’s ours.
A treasure born of truth.
Eternal and infinite.