I know that it is hard to forgive when your chest feels like the broken ruins of a city that was once intact. I know that it is hard to forgive when you feel the fragments of every memory crashing around in your lungs, churning within you whenever you try to breathe in clean air. I know that it is hard to walk forward each day with the heaviness that exists inside of you right now, but you must understand this. Anger is not going to sweep the ashes from your bones. Resentment is not going to mend the ache, not going to shine a light into all that is cracked within you. Holding on to all of this destruction, clenching it within your palms, is never going to turn it to dust, is never going to absolve you of its presence.
Only you will do that for yourself. Only you will resurrect your heart. Because forgiveness is never about those who wronged you or broke you; it is never about those who could not see your value, who could not protect you. Forgiveness has always been about learning how to give yourself the closure you seek in others. Forgiveness has always been about learning how to accept the things you cannot change. Forgiveness has always been about learning how to befriend your past rather than making it an enemy. Forgiveness has always been about you. It has always been about you.
