I feel a profound sense of betrayal by Kentucky. This place, which has been my home and a cornerstone of my identity, has allowed me to face a departure I never imagined. The dreams I once held of staying here, of building something lasting in this community, now feel shattered. It’s as though I’ve been discarded, forgotten, after everything I’ve invested—emotionally, physically, and mentally.
Kentucky was more than just a state to me; it was where I believed my future would unfold. The people, the landscapes, the rhythm of life here—it all shaped who I am. I embraced it all, with the hope that it would embrace me in return. But now, as I’m let go, it feels like I’ve been left behind, without even a second thought.
I’m left wondering if the connections I thought were real were just fleeting, or if the system that promised opportunity and growth has simply moved on without looking back. The betrayal stings because it’s not just about being overlooked—it’s about feeling as though I never truly belonged, even when I gave everything to make Kentucky my home. The heartbreak isn’t just in the leaving; it’s in the silence that follows.
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