Letting go and moving forward isn’t just a cliché—it’s a challenge. For years, I believed that assigning blame would bring clarity, that understanding exactly where things went wrong would help me regain control. But I’ve learned that blame only keeps me anchored to the past, reliving the same pain without ever truly healing. Real growth comes from shifting my focus inward, recognizing patterns, and accepting that not all answers are necessary. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting—it means choosing to move forward, even without closure.
Choosing to stay when everything says leave is an act of quiet defiance—one that demands resilience, self-reflection, and the courage to face the weight of past wounds. In this journey, I confront the struggle of being misunderstood, the burden of breaking generational cycles, and the ache of holding on when the past won’t let go. Yet, despite the exhaustion of overthinking and the fear that I may never be enough, I remain—choosing to stay, not out of ease, but out of a refusal to let the world strip me of my ability to love, to care, and to hope.