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Hurt arrives in moments that split us open, but staying bound to that pain is a choice. Anger may rise to protect us, yet when it hardens into bitterness, the heart freezes in the moment it was wounded. Forgiveness isn’t forgetting or excusing — it’s the quiet strength of release, the return to freedom, and the soft, steady reclaiming of yourself.

In therapy, the path can feel like walking through fog, soft, uncertain, and asking you to trust what you cannot yet see. Each step reveals only the next, not the whole journey. But as the inner work deepens, light begins to break through. The same path becomes clearer, steadier, illuminated from within. Fog and sunlight together tell the story of becoming.

I spent the long weekend watching crowds surge through shopping centres, arms loaded with bags, faces tight with urgency. So much rushing, so much buying, so much chasing. It struck me how desperately we pursue things that won't last. There has to be something more.

It started in primary school, with cruel words and fists when words weren’t enough, then high school. I thought adulthood would be different, but the bullying followed me into the workplace. The insults, the subtle reminders that I was never enough. I carried every cruel word like a weight. So, I started drinking. I was 14 years old!