Still Seeing in the Dark: Trust and the Hard-to-Explain Moments

This morning I got up after being sick for the past two days, and my mind has been circling around the word trust.

There are relationships in life where we give our trust freely, because we believe that closeness, honesty, and openness are the foundation of what keeps people together. And then there are moments where that trust isn’t returned the way we hoped. Instead of real honesty, we hear: “It’s hard to explain.”

Those words can feel like walls. They leave us standing in the dark, trying to reach for understanding but only finding distance. For me, this has been a painful lesson—especially with people I’ve cared about deeply.

But here’s the truth I keep holding onto: even when trust feels broken, even when words don’t match actions, I can still see in the dark. Because seeing in the dark means keeping faith in myself, my journey, and the clarity that eventually comes.

Maybe you’ve been there too—giving love and openness, only to find hesitation, half-answers, or avoidance in return. It’s not easy. It hurts. But it also teaches us to pay attention to who is truly ready to meet us with the same honesty we give.

I don’t have all the answers today. What I do know is this: trust is precious. It deserves to be respected, honored, and held with care. And if someone can’t open up fully to you, it doesn’t mean your trust was wasted—it means you were willing to love with your whole heart. And that’s never a weakness.

Even in these hard-to-explain moments, I will keep walking forward. Still seeing in the dark. 

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