Confessions of a Wounded Soul: I Pretended I Was Okay”
I laughed.
I posted pretty pictures.
I said “I’m fine” more times than I can count.
But inside, I was bleeding.
Cracked open by betrayal, weighed down by disappointment.
And yet… I kept showing up.
Because that’s what we do, right?π«Ά
We survive. We endure. We pretend.
But pretending was killing me.
So one day, I whispered the scariest truth:
“I’m not okay.”
And slowly, I began to heal.
Because healing begins with honesty.
And freedom lives in truth.
This safe space… is a place for truth.
Say it: “I’m not okay… but I want to be.”
And that is enough.
I laughed.
I posted pretty pictures.
I said “I’m fine” more times than I can count.
But inside, I was bleeding.
Cracked open by betrayal, weighed down by disappointment.
And yet… I kept showing up.
Because that’s what we do, right?π«Ά
We survive. We endure. We pretend.
But pretending was killing me.
So one day, I whispered the scariest truth:
“I’m not okay.”
And slowly, I began to heal.
Because healing begins with honesty.
And freedom lives in truth.
This safe space… is a place for truth.
Say it: “I’m not okay… but I want to be.”
And that is enough.
Confessions of a Wounded Soul: I Pretended I Was Okay”
I laughed.π
I posted pretty pictures.π
I said “I’m fine” more times than I can count.
But inside, I was bleeding. π«
Cracked open by betrayal, weighed down by disappointment.π
And yet… I kept showing up.βοΈ
Because that’s what we do, right?π«Ά
We survive. We endure. We pretend.π―
But pretending was killing me.
So one day, I whispered the scariest truth:
“I’m not okay.”π«
And slowly, I began to heal.
Because healing begins with honesty.
And freedom lives in truth.
This safe space… is a place for truth.
Say it: “I’m not okay… but I want to be.”
And that is enough.π₯
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