The Aftermath Of Being Broken By Someone You Trusted The Most

When you confide in someone, you do so wholeheartedly. You put your faith in people believing they’ll never use it against you. Sadly, those who shatter us are often the ones we least expect.

The person I trusted unconditionally ended up breaking me. How do you move on from being hurt by someone you loved and trusted completely?

I tried to forget, but it was useless. I kept myself busy, but it didn’t help. I even tried to understand, but I couldn’t grasp it. I would never harm someone who trusts me, especially knowing their past. I wouldn’t add fuel to the fire.

I wouldn’t break someone’s heart. I wouldn’t inflict this kind of pain because I know how deeply it hurts. I’m not afraid of hell because I doubt it’s worse than this agony.

The most troubling part is, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be truly happy again. Every time I smile, memories of what happened linger, leaving me defenseless.

Being broken by someone you trust profoundly changes you.

I’m not the same person I used to be. I barely laugh like I once did. I get anxious when someone asks personal questions. I refuse to share my feelings openly.

I feel ashamed. I don’t want others to know what happened to me, how naive I was, or how I misplaced my trust. I don’t want them to see my weakness.

After being broken by someone you trust, loving again feels impossible.

I’m terrified to give my heart away again. I fear opening up. I don’t want to experience this pain again.

I protect my heart and push people away at the first sign of emotional attachment. I know I can’t survive another heartbreak.

After being broken by someone you trust, you struggle to trust fully again.

Who will teach me that not everyone is the same? The risk feels too great to accept any help proving me wrong. It’s too much work to let myself love again. I tried it once, and it hurt too much.

The worst part about being broken by someone you trust is the lingering feeling of unworthiness.

This feeling of inadequacy keeps growing. Once, self-worth was my proudest possession, now it’s gone.

I keep thinking I’m not good enough because the person I trusted took advantage of me. If I wasn’t worthy to the one I loved, how can I be worthy to someone else?

Constantly being on guard, expecting the worst, and protecting yourself is exhausting, but at least it shields you from more pain. Nobody gets a chance to hurt me again because I won’t let them in.

I used to believe in the good in everyone. I believed the people I loved were good. Now, after being hurt repeatedly, I had to let go of those who damaged my heart.

I don’t believe those empty promises about not getting hurt. I know they will if I give them the chance.

I’m not angry, and I’m not behaving irrationally. I’m just disappointed in myself. I can’t understand how I could be so naive as to give someone the power to hurt me and believe they never would.

Maybe someday, I’ll allow myself to go back to the person I was. Maybe I’ll give life another shot. Maybe I’ll choose to love and trust again, but that ‘maybe’ isn’t coming anytime soon.