Letting go is a lot harder than one can ever imagine.
I'm not talking about letting things like
"My brother broke my phone"
or
"my boss wont give me more hours."
I mean truly letting go.
The kind where you know that you're holding on,
the kind where you know whatever it may be made you who you are
the kind where;
a parent left,
a loved one died,
you were beaten,
lied to,
Betrayed.
Where you feel completely justified.
When you can almost taste how poisonous it is.
When it twists your heart in knots.
It wakes you from a dream to slide it's fingers around your throat.
Letting go,
taking control,
allowing yourself,
to see how much you hurt
and just remove it from you.
That's hard.
But, you will never be alone.