@scorpiabbyyy: To my younger self — my 8-year-old heart, I see you now. I remember the nights you cried quietly, wondering why love had to hurt so deeply. Eighteen years ago, Dad left us and chose another family. I was too young to understand, yet old enough to feel the sting of rejection. I kept asking questions that no child should ever have to ask — “Why wasn’t I enough? Why didn’t he stay?” As the eldest, I learned to be strong even when all I wanted was to be held. I carried burdens that were never mine to bear. I endured the pain of being unwanted simply because I was a daughter. When he left, part of me felt relief — because the hurting stopped — but another part of me felt an emptiness that never went away. For years, that emptiness whispered that I was unworthy of love. I grew up guarding my heart, afraid of being left again. Every time someone walked away, I told myself I should have expected it — because the first man who was supposed to love me, didn’t. I learned to stay quiet, to stay small, and to pretend it didn’t hurt. But even in my silence, God was there. He was holding the pieces I thought were shattered forever. After eighteen years, I finally chose to forgive. Not because it was easy, but because I wanted peace more than pain. I surrendered the anger, the questions, and the trauma that once defined me. I chose healing because I deserve it. And in that surrender, God met me with grace — reminding me that forgiveness is not forgetting, but freeing. To the little girl I once was — you can rest now. You no longer have to carry what broke you. The fear is gone, the bitterness has faded, and love has finally found its way back into your heart. Thank You, Jesus, for never letting go of me. Thank You for turning my pain into purpose, my wounds into wisdom, and my tears into strength. I am no longer the broken child I once was. I am the woman You are shaping me to be — healed, whole, and free. ❤️ #healed

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