I Remember, But I No Longer Bleed 🌸

🌸 I Remember, But I No Longer Bleed

A journey of healing, growth, and grace

There were moments I thought I wouldn’t make it through.
Memories that used to feel like knives in my chest—
they still visit me, but now… I don’t fear them.
I let the tears come.
Not because I’m broken,
but because I’m brave enough to feel them without letting them own me.

I forgave him.
Because he apologized, he changed, and he grew.
But more than that…
I forgave myself.
For staying, for struggling, for believing in something better.
And I was right—because we’re here now, and we’re different.
Better.
Wiser.

I could have kept him frozen in his worst moments.
But I chose not to.
Because love, real love, is not about punishment.
It’s about release.
And I refused to be cruel to someone who is no longer who he once was.

I thank Allah—for guiding my heart toward peace.
And I thank myself—for not giving up on healing.
For crying when I needed to,
for standing again when it was hard,
for choosing softness without forgetting my worth.

I am not the pain I went through.
I am the woman who walked through it,
and came out more alive.