Forgiveness is not a feeling. It’s not a performance. It’s more like a river.
You step into it not because it’s easy, but because it frees you.
You enter not to erase the past, but to unchain yourself from it.
Sometimes forgiveness starts with forgiving yourself; for being imperfect, for not knowing, for being human.
Sometimes it’s about releasing someone who will never say sorry.
And sometimes it’s about realizing that grace is not weakness; it’s strength covered in softness.
It’s okay to wade in slowly. But do wade in.