Move on, you must ;)

It’s been a month since that nightmare started. 

Honestly, I thought it wouldn’t affect me anymore.

But here I am, realizing I’m not immune to the aftermath.

For all I know, I don’t have any feelings left for him—just numbness, emptiness, and all that pain.

Tears? 

Yeah, they’re still there, but not for him or the marriage (or what’s left of it).

I feel disappointed—at the situation, and maybe at myself too.

But I’m done blaming. Done dwelling.

I wish I had seen from the start who he really was. 

I wish I hadn’t put him on a pedestal.

But I’m done being a victim.

Right now, I’m feeling disappointed, numb, angry, sad, betrayed, humiliated, useless, unwanted, hopeless.

But that’s just the dark before the dawn.

How I wish I could disappear—but instead, I’m here. I’m still standing.

How I wish I could go back in time—but what’s done is done.

Ya Allah, please help me release this anger, this sadness, this betrayal.

Help me find strength in this storm.

I don’t have all the answers yet, but I do know one thing:

I’m not defined by this pain.

A new relationship isn’t on my mind right now, and that’s okay.

For now, I’m choosing to focus on me—on healing, on growing, on becoming stronger.

I might be single for a while. That’s not a weakness—it’s my power.

Less drama. Less chaos. No one can hurt me again because I’m learning to protect my heart.

This is not the end of my story—it’s the start of my comeback.

Watch me rise.