Wisdom Doesn’t Point Fingers. It Gathers Lessons.

I used to think healing meant proving who hurt me.

But now I understand—

real wisdom isn’t about keeping score.

It’s about seeing clearly.

It sees where he shut down, disappeared, deflected.

But it also sees where I kept showing up without boundaries,

where I performed love instead of protecting it,

where I held silence when I should’ve spoken,

and stayed when I should’ve stood.

Wisdom doesn’t shame me for that.

It just asks:

What did you learn?

What will you do differently now?

I don’t need to point fingers.

I don’t need to rewrite the past.

I need to gather the lessons like holy seeds—

and plant them into the woman I’m becoming.

Because that’s how you turn pain into power.

Not by proving who was worse—

but by growing into someone who will never abandon herself again.