Healing isn’t about forgetting

The past week has been busy, but I was able to carve out some time to be with my children. These moments, though sometimes fleeting, have become treasures I hold dearly. I’ve reached a place where I truly appreciate the little moments I get to spend with them.

Being with them reminded me that my children have carried some very heavy burdens. It breaks my heart to think about it. I know I’ve made mistakes along the way, but I also know I would never have survived if I hadn’t left their dad.

In these past few years, I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on the damage that was done. I’ve realized that healing doesn’t come from dwelling on what broke me—it comes from focusing on building a new me. I’ve learned to channel my energy into growth rather than pain.

Though I sometimes feel the sting of what happened, I’m not angry with him. I’m hurt, yes, but not angry. I’ve come to understand that when people try to hurt others, it often comes from their own pain or insecurity. People who are truly confident in themselves—their strengths and their flaws—don’t need to hurt others. They let life take its course.

And even with the hurt, I am so incredibly grateful for my three amazing children. The person who gave me these beautiful babies will always hold a place in my heart. I pray for him almost every day, and I try to let forgiveness and compassion guide me.

Life has taught me that healing isn’t about forgetting—it’s about growth, gratitude, and finding peace in the midst of it all.