I’m sorry that you’re hurt

Sometimes healing hurts.

Not just for us, but for the people around us. Especially when our healing means setting boundaries. Saying no. Saying not anymore.

Hurt By My Healing came from that kind of ache.

The quiet kind. The kind you carry with care.

It wasn’t a dramatic fallout. There was no shouting. No final blow. Just a slow, bittersweet shift in a relationship I deeply valued.

Love still existed. But clarity arrived. And with it, the painful realisation that we were no longer growing in the same direction.

I had to choose myself.