There was a friendship in my life that I cared about so deeply that, without even realizing it, I started depending on it for a sense of safety and stability, and when it fell apart, it felt like something underneath me had fallen apart too. But over time, Hashem showed me something I don’t think I could have learned in the same way otherwise: people can love you, disappoint you, misunderstand you, leave, come back, and change, but Hashem doesn’t move. I think part of my growth has been learning that bitachon doesn’t mean everything will happen the way I want it to; it means that even when it doesn’t, I am still being held, and that what Hashem allows into my life, and what He removes from it, can still be leading me somewhere. Because I believe that, I don’t want to hold onto anger toward her. I can acknowledge that I was hurt, acknowledge my own mistakes too, keep the lessons and the good memories, and still let go of the resentment. I’m choosing to forgive her because I trust Hashem with the story. Maybe that friendship was supposed to be exactly what it was for exactly as long as it was, and maybe I’ll understand more one day and maybe I won’t, but I don’t need every answer in order to believe that Hashem knew what He was doing. I think that’s where my bitachon is now: not “Hashem, make this turn out the way I want,” but “Hashem, whatever happens, I know You’re with me, I know You’re taking care of me, and I trust You enough to let go.”