Letting Go

The Art of Letting Go

I have arrived at a threshold, and I step over it without looking back.

I do not ask for too much anymore—not because I have given up, but because I have grown. If you choose to leave, I will not block the door. If removing me from your life brings you peace, then go ahead—drag me to the edge of your story and press delete.

I will not chase. I will not plead. Love, when it is real, does not require pursuit. Effort, when it is mutual, does not leave one person breathless while the other barely lifts a hand.

There was a time when I made myself smaller, softer, easier to swallow—when I folded myself into the shape of what others needed, hoping they would see me, choose me, stay. But I have outgrown that version of myself, the one who begged to be held. I am done pouring from an empty cup, done holding out my heart like an offering to those who never meant to cherish it.

This is not bitterness. It is clarity. It is knowing that love is not something you should have to convince someone to give. It is understanding that real friendship does not hinge on apologies that only one person ever makes. It is realizing that you can miss someone and still let them go.

So I do.

I let go of the hands that do not reach back. I release the weight of one-sided devotion. I stop explaining myself to those who were never listening in the first place.

Instead, I turn toward the ones who stay. The ones who see me in my fullness and never ask me to shrink. The ones who do not keep score because love—real love—does not require tally marks.

So take my advice: Guard your energy. Protect your heart. Stand tall in the knowledge that you are worthy of effort, of reciprocity, of love that does not ask you to prove yourself first.

Your circle matters. Let it be filled with people who would never dream of leaving you behind.

-Brave Girl

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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