Betrayal cuts deep, especially when it comes from someone you trusted. I went through a phase where I couldn't sleep because my mind kept replaying every moment, wondering where things went wrong. The hardest part wasn't even the act itself—it was the aftermath, the way regret gnawed at me for not seeing the signs earlier. What helped me eventually was writing letters I never sent, just to get the emotions out. Then, slowly, I started filling my time with things that made me feel whole again: re-reading 'The Midnight Library' to ponder alternate lives, diving into cozy games like 'Stardew Valley' to rebuild something, even if virtual.
Time doesn’t heal perfectly, but it does dull the sharp edges. I also realized that regret is often just grief in disguise—grief for the relationship you thought you had. Talking to friends who’d been through similar things made me feel less alone. Now, when the feelings resurface, I remind myself that my worth isn’t tied to someone else’s choices. Some days are still hard, but I’m learning to trust again, starting with myself.