It is hard not to hold onto hurt. Forgiveness feels like offering your heart to someone who has already broken it. Despite what people say, it is beyond difficult for me to view it as a form of self-healing, instead of putting yourself at risk for getting hurt again.

The ironic thing is, I have not stopped hurting and my stubborn heart knows forgiveness could very well fix that. But I dwell in this hurt like it is the only home I have ever known. I am afraid to open the door and walk out of the only place I ever belonged to. Even if I no longer belong to it anymore.