06/20/2026
Building bunkers and preparing for the end of the world. Maybe they know something I don’t.
Recently someone hurt me deeply and I handled them as every other betrayal I’ve experienced never to repair. The death of the friend, or at least the version that I knew. You grieve but you keep it moving. Right?
Nope. Not this time, I guess. The universe had other plans for me.
They came back … and they apologized in a way that was so brand new that I have been feeling the integration ever since.
They were honest, accountable, and the best thing was that, even in my rage, I felt held, validated and loved.
What surprised me wasn’t just their apology. It was the feeling that followed. I felt a different energy around the fracture.. and suddenly my hurt was felt as empathy. I could see how someone got lost without excusing what they did, and somehow feel closer to them than before. Closer? Hmm. Actually, maybe more grateful and appreciative for them and their friendship.
Apparently there are parts of forgiveness that you can’t understand until you’ve had the opportunity to practice.ugh! I know.
Not every relationship needs to be repaired. Not every person needs to stay in our lives. Boundaries still matter. Distance still matters.
But peace matters too. If you wanna be part of the village, you have to be a villager… I suppose that includes repair too.
So for those carrying guilt, shame, or an old misunderstanding with me, consider this my small contribution to the world. I’d rather leave a little more room for grace and building bridges instead of bunkers.
Doing my best, sweetie!
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