It doesn’t mean what happened was okay It doesn't mean forgetting also It doesn't even always mean reconciliation, Sometimes, the healthiest thing is distance in relationship. What it does mean is refusing to let someone else's past actions or in actions poison your present, it's a measure to reclaiming your own inner peace as It’s the deeply personal often messy but work of untangling your worth from the hurt you experienced.
Some days I didn't walk over neither did I offer a smile or make small talk, I finished my Tea paid my bill and walked out, as the air felt different Lighter and the old narrative loop in my head the one replaying the hurt the injustice had lost its power. It was just… quiet.
The weight wasn't gone instantly of course but Forgiveness is rarely a single act it’s more like a practice which comes to perfection in times as Some days an old twinge might surface. But now I recognize it I acknowledge it by exclamating to my self "Ah there you are, old hurt but you don't get to drive today." And I gently firmly set it back down. This kind of forgiveness the kind that comes from the heart not just the head feels less like absolution and more like profound self rescue, It’s choosing your own freedom over the prison of resentment It’s the quiet powerful act of reclaiming your own story.
It usually starts with a single internal sigh "Enough I choose to carry this no further" And the unclenching begins.
