“I was raging inside, watching him walk around as if nothing had happened. I didn’t want to forgive him—he didn’t deserve it.
He laughed with my parents, smiled politely, and played the part of the perfect gentleman. But I knew better. And it made me burn with quiet fury. For the longest time, I resisted forgiveness because I believed it meant saying, “What happened was okay.” But it wasn’t okay. It was betrayal. It was a trauma. It was deeply wrong.”
Picture this: a 40-year-old woman, sitting across from me, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“To this day,” she whispered, “I still feel a huge block when I think about forgiving him. He destroyed my childhood… and made me feel like it was my fault.
I was just nine years old. What did I know?”
Her words cut through me—because I know she’s not alone. Many of us have lived through something we didn’t deserve. Many of us carry wounds no one can see.
So how do we begin to forgive someone who has deeply wronged us?
Each of us has our own story—a personal journey through pain, anger, and the long, slow process of healing. But what we don’t often realize is this: Unforgiveness doesn’t protect us, it imprisons us.
Forgiveness isn’t about pretending the pain never happened. It’s about choosing to stop letting it control us. You’re Not Weak, You’re Wounded
If you’re struggling to forgive, hear this clearly: You’re not weak. You’re not failing.
You’re just hurt—and God sees that.
Start right where you are.
Even if all you can say is, “God, I want to forgive,”—that’s enough.
He’ll meet you there. He always does.
And if you need help, please—reach out to someone you trust.
A counselor, a pastor, a friend.
You don’t have to carry this alone.
