When Burning Bridges, Becomes an Act of Faith

Today, my tears fall not from weakness but from release. After much thought, countless prayers, and seeking divine guidance, I have reached a truth that is both painful and liberating. Sometimes the only way forward is to burn the bridge that has kept you bound.

This decision does not come lightly. It comes after years of carrying a burden I was never meant to bear, living in the shadow of a person my mother left behind. Silenced and diminished in my own family. I became the outsider, the black sheep, and the one only good enough when A NEED/DUTY ARISED, watching as my parents were stolen away by demands that were never mine, as my efforts went unseen, unacknowledged, and dismissed because I “BROUGHT NOTHING TO THE TABLE.” My father left this world carrying the same wound and brutal pain, I carry now, and in that truth, I find both sorrow and resolve.

Used, abused, undervalued, these are chains I no longer accept. My soul deserves better, my heart deserves peace, and my spirit deserves space to breathe. So I choose to CUT TIES, not in anger, but in clarity. I choose to BURN the BRIDGE that tethered me to a cycle of pain, knowing the ashes will scatter into the air, never to be rebuilt.

This is not cruelty. This is surrender to the guidance ALLAH has placed within me. This is trust in His wisdom that removing myself from harm is not betrayal, it is protection. Today I stand firm, no repairs, no reconciliation, no return. The bridge is gone, and with it, the hold that pain once had over me.

I walk forward free, even with tears in my eyes and a broken heart, because I know my soul has chosen peace over pretense, truth over illusion, and faith over fear.

I trust that ALLAH will guide me from here on out. ALLAH took my beloved father away in the most beautiful painless way and I pray that when my time comes, I meet my dad with as much ease and a smile on my face. Knowing he would be pleased with me because I made him proud, my dad may have been a poor man, but he left this world wealthier than any king that existed.

I leave the ashes behind me, and with every step forward, I claim the peace, dignity, and freedom my soul was always worthy of. I claim the respect that I deserve for I have always been respectful regardless.

THE END 💔

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