“Love opened up to me a view of the sanctity of human nature, and impressed me with a deep sense of responsibility.” – T.H. Huxley
I read this quote today (Rose post), and it landed in a place I didn’t even know I’d been carrying. Love has always been both my gift and my ache. I lived much of my life giving it freely, even when it wasn’t returned. Even when it was met with cruelty, indifference, or silence. I used to think love meant sacrificing myself...fading so others could shine, even if they never noticed me disappearing. But now, with time and reflection, I see it differently.
Love...true love...doesn’t require erasure. It invites truth. It calls us to see the sanctity of human nature, not in perfection, but in the resilience of those who keep showing up, even when they’ve been cast aside.
I’ve known betrayal. I’ve known what it feels like to be erased, misjudged, and scapegoated. I’ve walked through years of confusion, asking “Why me?” only to finally realize the better question might be, “Why not them?” Why didn’t they choose compassion? Why didn’t they choose love?
Still, I did. And that’s my story. That’s my strength.
Now, I carry a different kind of responsibility. Not to fix others. Not to prove myself. But to live from love, not the soft, sentimental kind, but the courageous kind. The kind that protects, that tells the truth, that heals without needing applause. To those who are just stepping onto the path of reclaiming their voice, their truth, their value...you are seen. You’re not alone. Your pain has meaning, and your survival is a testament to your strength.
We don’t always get the love we deserve from others. But we can still become it, live it, and pass it on.
I read this quote today (Rose post), and it landed in a place I didn’t even know I’d been carrying. Love has always been both my gift and my ache. I lived much of my life giving it freely, even when it wasn’t returned. Even when it was met with cruelty, indifference, or silence. I used to think love meant sacrificing myself...fading so others could shine, even if they never noticed me disappearing. But now, with time and reflection, I see it differently.
Love...true love...doesn’t require erasure. It invites truth. It calls us to see the sanctity of human nature, not in perfection, but in the resilience of those who keep showing up, even when they’ve been cast aside.
I’ve known betrayal. I’ve known what it feels like to be erased, misjudged, and scapegoated. I’ve walked through years of confusion, asking “Why me?” only to finally realize the better question might be, “Why not them?” Why didn’t they choose compassion? Why didn’t they choose love?
Still, I did. And that’s my story. That’s my strength.
Now, I carry a different kind of responsibility. Not to fix others. Not to prove myself. But to live from love, not the soft, sentimental kind, but the courageous kind. The kind that protects, that tells the truth, that heals without needing applause. To those who are just stepping onto the path of reclaiming their voice, their truth, their value...you are seen. You’re not alone. Your pain has meaning, and your survival is a testament to your strength.
We don’t always get the love we deserve from others. But we can still become it, live it, and pass it on.