💔 When Love Hurts More Than Healing

A message for those who have mistaken love for sacrifice

This post is also available in Spanish. Read it here

There are griefs with no name.
No one speaks of them.
No flowers, no ceremony, no comforting hugs.
But they exist.
And they hurt.
Deeply.

This is the grief that comes when you realize you loved from your wounds.
That you gave everything, hoping your love would be enough to change someone who never wanted to change.
The kind of grief that hits when you open your eyes and see that what you called love… was something else.
It was fear.
It was habit.
It was attachment.
It was a story wrongly told long ago.

This grief is the hardest because no one sees it.
You keep functioning, smiling, posting pretty things, saying “I’m fine”…
But inside, you know you’re not.
You know your light is fading.
You know your heart has become a battlefield.
And you can’t keep pretending nothing’s wrong.

🤍 The Mask of Love

Sometimes love hurts — not because love itself is painful, but because we haven’t truly understood it.

We’ve confused love with endurance.
With tolerating.
With justifying.
With saying:
“He’s sick.”
“I can help him.”
“For the kids.”
“For God.”

But no.

Love should not cost you your peace.
It should not dim your light.
It should not demand you betray yourself to hold up someone who refuses to stand.

When someone keeps pulling you into darkness, that’s not love.
When you feel guilty, invisible, scared, small — that’s not love.
When you’ve stopped laughing, sleeping peacefully, dreaming, recognizing yourself — that’s not love.

Yes, there can be tenderness.
Yes, there can be promises.
But if after all that, emptiness returns, control returns, the abuse returns…
Then beauty is not enough.

✝️ Faith Isn’t a Mask

We can’t use God as an excuse.
God doesn’t ask for your suffering — He asks for your freedom.
He doesn’t live in appearances or hollow rituals.
He lives in truth, in dignity, in courage.
In the brave act of saying, “this is not what I deserve.”

There’s no point filling temples if you’re empty inside.
There’s no holiness in denial.
You can’t save someone while drowning with them.

Real faith lights the way.
It doesn’t keep you in the dark.

👁️ Denial Is Not Love

Denial is like makeup — it cracks with time.
You can hide pain for a while, smile, say “everything’s fine”…
But one day, truth shines through.
Because nothing without roots can last forever.

When you deny something that’s destroying you, you stop seeing the other as they are —
and you stop seeing yourself.

And when someone finally turns on the light… it hurts.
It hurts to face what you’ve ignored.
It hurts to see what your children have learned as “normal.”
It hurts to realize your dream became survival.

But that day can also be the beginning.

🌱 An Act of Love

This isn’t judgment.
It’s not blame.
It’s not punishment.

It’s love.

Because sometimes, the most loving thing someone can do is tell you a truth no one else dares to say.
To show you the mirror you’ve avoided.
To touch your wound softly so it can finally heal.

Yes, it may hurt.
But if these words make you breathe differently, think differently — even for a moment — then it was worth it.

Because you deserve a love that doesn’t hurt.
A love that doesn’t require you to disappear.
A love that doesn’t ask you to carry everything alone.

And if not for you —
then for those who love you, who learn from you, who silently hope you’ll choose to save yourself.
For your children. For your soul.
For the girl you once were, and the woman you still can be.

🌻 The Real Ending

Sometimes love is also letting go.
Releasing without anger.
Closing with compassion.

This is a farewell to denial.
A prayer for truth.
A gentle embrace for your soul.
And a seed, I hope, for change.

Because you are not alone.
And it’s never too late to return to yourself.

Only when we listen to the whisper of the soul, do we find our way back to the light.