I used to hold on to everything–
people, moments, and regrets–
as if letting go meant I was failing.
Like I needed to keep them close
to prove I could handle it all.
But I’m starting to see:
letting go isn't about giving up,
It’s about making space.
Space for me,
for what’s next,
for the things that actually make me feel whole.
I’m learning that growth doesn't always feel smooth.
Sometimes it feels like breaking apart
before things can come together.
But the old stuff doesn't always fit anymore,
and holding on only drags me down.
It’s not easy–
letting go takes time.
But little by little,
I’m starting to put it down.
And for once, I don’t feel as heavy.
I’m still figuring it out,
But I’m still learning that it’s okay to let go–
that it doesn't mean losing myself,
it means making room for who I’m becoming.
And even though it stings sometimes,
I’m finding it’s worth it.
people, moments, and regrets–
as if letting go meant I was failing.
Like I needed to keep them close
to prove I could handle it all.
But I’m starting to see:
letting go isn't about giving up,
It’s about making space.
Space for me,
for what’s next,
for the things that actually make me feel whole.
I’m learning that growth doesn't always feel smooth.
Sometimes it feels like breaking apart
before things can come together.
But the old stuff doesn't always fit anymore,
and holding on only drags me down.
It’s not easy–
letting go takes time.
But little by little,
I’m starting to put it down.
And for once, I don’t feel as heavy.
I’m still figuring it out,
But I’m still learning that it’s okay to let go–
that it doesn't mean losing myself,
it means making room for who I’m becoming.
And even though it stings sometimes,
I’m finding it’s worth it.
