Every day, I wake up knowing I betrayed someone who trusted me completely. It’s not just a fleeting thought—it’s a constant weight, a shadow that lingers no matter where I go or what I do. The pain is sharp and unrelenting, carving a space in my heart that reminds me of the damage I caused. I betrayed their love, their faith, and the belief that I would always be the person they could rely on.

At first, I tried to justify my actions, to convince myself that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But that was a lie I told myself to ease the guilt. The truth is, I failed them—and I failed myself. The look in their eyes when they learned the truth is something I’ll never forget. It was a mix of heartbreak and disbelief, and I knew in that moment I had broken something that might never be whole again.

Though I can’t change what I’ve done, I refuse to let my worst decision define who I am. Redemption isn’t something I expect to be handed; it’s something I’ll have to work for, day after day. It starts with owning my actions, no matter how painful, and accepting the consequences of my choices. I know the road ahead will be long and lonely, but I’m ready for the hard work it will take to prove that I can be better—not just for them, but for myself.

This is my journey to become the person I should have been all along.