“The truth always finds its way to the surface, even when you try to bury it under forgiveness, excuses, or hope. By July, I had exhausted all three. The pain inside me had become agonizing, a storm that tore through my body every time I replayed our last conversation. The love I once called divine had become poison. And I was still drinking it. I told myself to breathe, to let go, to trust the universe’s plan, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, felt his hands. I couldn’t escape him. The truth was no longer whispering, it was screaming. My hope was gone, my patience exhausted. What I thought was love had turned into a cycle of lies and humiliation that I couldn’t escape.”
In the pages of Shades of Love, Hurt and Healing, I recount the moment the whispering stopped and the screaming began. I’ve learned that the ‘poison’ we drink often tastes like the love we crave most. This blog is where I unpack the ingredients of that poison—the lies, the humiliation, and the false hope—so we can finally stop drinking it together.
Betrayal and humiliation often manifest as actual physical pain—tightness in the chest, the inability to breathe, or a constant state of “fight or flight.” Replaying that last conversation isn’t just a memory; it’s a re-traumatization that the body feels every single time.
Have you ever felt your body trying to tell you a truth that your heart wasn’t ready to hear yet?

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