I never expected to feel this level of betrayal from Collingwood. After all these years, pouring my heart and soul into the club, it’s hard to believe it has come to this. The moments we shared—celebrating wins, enduring losses—shaped who I am, and now I feel discarded as if those memories meant nothing.
The decision to let me go stings deeply. I’ve given everything, from early mornings to late nights, and I believed that loyalty would be reciprocated. It’s not just about being released; it’s the way it happened. A lack of communication and transparency has left me feeling undervalued and overlooked.
I had hoped for a farewell that acknowledged my contributions, a chance to say goodbye to teammates who became like family. Instead, I’m left grappling with a sense of loss—not just for my place in the team, but for the dreams and aspirations I had while wearing the black and white stripes.
This chapter is closing, but the pain of this betrayal lingers. I’ll carry the lessons learned and the friendships forged, but I can’t shake the feeling that I deserved a better farewell from a club I once called home.