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It’s honestly insane to me reading back through my old posts how broken I was about Moggy. All of the pain and all of the trauma is up for everyone to see. Trust me, there’s a lot of it. Every single post has a hundred layers to it. Layers of hope, pain, love, wishfulness, betrayal and denial. It’s honestly overwhelming for me to revisit.
At the end of the day, the thoughts and feelings were toxic. I’d be lying if I said I still don’t get the thoughts sometimes. I’d love to live in the delusion that he was my lover rather than facing the brutal truth. I’ve realised that the only way to heal the trauma and set my soul free is to accept the truth. Truth hurts but at the same time it heals.
I also owe it to my new love 🐈 for helping me to heal. He’s honestly like an angel from above. He’s my angel. My whole heart. My reason to do better every single day