They thought if they said sorry enough times,you’d forget how many times they weren’t. They thought that time would blur the memories,that soft wor
They thought if they said sorry enough times,
you’d forget how many times they weren’t.
They thought that time would blur the memories,
that soft words could cover sharp harm.
That if they lowered their voice,
you’d forget they once raised a hand.
Or a threat.
Or an eyebrow that made your breath catch in your chest.
But what they don’t understand is this:
You can’t unsee what you survived.
You can forgive.
You can rise.
You can rebuild.
But forget?
No.
You remember with your bones.
You remember with the way your nervous system still flinches in safe rooms.
You remember because your body once had to learn how to protect you
when no one else would.
They want amnesia.
You want truth.
And the truth is: you changed.
You woke up.
You started listening to the part of you that was screaming all along.
And now that you see it clearly,
you won’t ever unsee it again.
🔥 5 Campfire Affirmations for the Survivor Who Remembers
I trust my memory, even when others try to rewrite my story.
I do not confuse apologies with accountability. I require both.
My clarity is not cruelty. It is protection. It is power.
Healing does not mean forgetting. It means choosing myself anyway.
I honor what I survived. I remember what it taught me. And I rise from it rooted.
