Hello Admin, I don’t usually share things like this, but today my heart feels heavy… In an interview, I opened up about something very personal: My first ever betrayal came from my mother. She left me when I was just 2 years old. I was too young to understand what was happening, but the emptiness she left behind has followed me all my life. Watching other children grow up in their mother’s arms, while I had to grow up without mine, left a pain I can’t fully describe. That kind of wound… it doesn’t always show on the outside, but it shapes who you become. I’ve spent years trying to heal, trying to be strong, trying not to let that little girl inside me feel forgotten. And even now, there are days when I still ask, “Why did you leave me?” To anyone carrying childhood pain, feeling abandoned, or trying to heal from something you didn’t cause — please know you’re not alone. Your story matters. Your feelings are valid. And you deserve love that stays. Thank you for reading my truth. Maybe, just maybe, someone out there needed to hear it today.