Author: Unique

I don't write. I create. #EveryHeartbeatCounts

Truth Hurts – 3.10.2025

I’m realising that I’ve been in an emotionally abusive relationship. 

He’s abused me for almost seven years. I understand now why my predecessors left and why my successors will leave. 

Regret is circulating through my body, wishing I had listened to myself more. For years, I have felt this deep repulsion at many actions he has taken. 

Yet, like many women out there, I’ve ignored them.

She – 25.09.2025 (End)

‘I’ll miss you now, but you’ll miss me the rest of your life.’ – Rosie

Today, she gave herself permission to let go. 

Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.

Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.

Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised you’ll never hurt her. 

Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading in…three, two, one.

Admittedly, the tears she created today were nothing in comparison to before. Her gift forced her to see the truth even before she was ready.

Her heart told her to stay and continued to pour into a non-existent soul. 

May she treat herself with kindness and stop wishing she never existed in such a heartless world. May her mind stop mocking her emotional intelligence and laughing at her inability to connect with a good man. May her memories stop belittling her luck, with constant reminders of all the red flags he stitched right before her.

Today, she gave herself permission to let go. 

She cried for forty-four minutes, switched the track to 16 Carriages by Beyoncé, wiped tears from her face, blew her nose, then sat back in bed and asked our universe for peace of mind.

September 25, 2025 (5)

‘I’ll miss you now, but you’ll miss me the rest of your life.’ – Rosie

Today, she gave herself permission to let go. 

Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.

Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.

Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised you’ll never hurt her. 

Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading in…three, two, one.

Admittedly, the tears she created today were nothing in comparison to before. Her gift forced her to see the truth even before she was ready.

Her heart told her to stay and continued to pour into a non-existent soul. 

May she treat herself with kindness and stop wishing she never existed in such a heartless world. May her mind stop mocking her emotional intelligence and laughing at her inability to connect with a good man. May her memories stop belittling her luck, with constant reminders of all the red flags he stitched right before her.

September 25, 2025 (4)

‘I’ll miss you now, but you’ll miss me the rest of your life.’ – Rosie

Today, she gave herself permission to let go. 

Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.

Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.

Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised you’ll never hurt her. 

Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading in…three, two, one.

September 25, 2025 (3)

‘I’ll miss you now, but you’ll miss me the rest of your life.’ – Rosie

Today, she gave herself permission to let go. 

Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.

Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.

Time – Saturday, September 6, 2025

It’s been a while.

I’ve often lied to myself, hoping my words would somehow become reality.

Recently, I intentionally apologised for something I did not do.

Imagine being ill and at every turn, you’re met with a fog of silence. Every other week, you may hear something, if you’re lucky enough.

For years, I have waded through this toxic forest and somehow mastered the art of masking. 

For every ten new faces, I practice, practice, practice. The past few months have brought me to my knees. I bared my soul. I have buried myself in shame and disgust. 

Yes. I’m deeply disappointed in myself for allowing him to plug in and farm my essence. 

(2)

In the early hours of this morning, I laid her to rest. She fought back, and it hurts me to share this. I drowned her mind with the truth. I forced her to review all of those forms of connection. I passed her the blade and gave her the privacy to cut away each toxic string.

From the moment the star was violently thrown on the floor, she knew. Her ties to Jamaica are shared through genuine love and appreciation. However, regret consumes her, as the gifts were undeserving.

Many times she has arrived at the entrance of this portal. Her idea of ‘love’ is toxic and forever holds her back. 

(3)

It has been twenty-four hours since she disconnected. Less than the five hundred and four hours he had waited to enquire.

He acted like a psychologist in a position of care and trust. Secured her trust for his reign of deceit. She had never liked silver or gold; her existence is worth more. He felt her energy and wanted to tap in whenever he needed her, akin to visiting a petrol station for more fuel. Only, he never imagined having to pay.

Over time, he drugged her with words and spiked her with intimacy. Encouraged her to share and trust…Essentially, he challenged himself to pillage from her kingdom, leaving her in his words ‘broken, overthinking and confused.’

(4)

May those who intentionally hurt others suffer. May redemption never become an option.

May the truth be set free and her lifeless connection stay disengaged with the influencer and connected to her heartbeats.

(5)

Ps. I know you hate me. Your true thoughts have been shown to me, through time.