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They told me hold on
—as if grip is a cure.
As if endurance redeems abuse.
As if staying is faith.
But this thing?
This thing was viral.
Deadly.
Eating me alive
while calling itself opportunity.
I kept watching for my moment to rise
checking the sky
checking the doors
checking myself—
—
but deep down
I knew
nothing was moving
except time leaving me behind.
letting go isn’t soft
.
It’s violent.
It’s ripping your hands
off something
that taught you
pain equals purpose.
I stayed.
They robbed me of years.
Used me until my body learned
what near death feels like
And now—
now I know
how wicked a person can be
when your loyalty feeds their comfort.
Still—
I couldn’t stop giving my best.
I worked with body, soul, and spirit.
Showed up bleeding but excellent.
Prayed while exhausted.
Served while unseen
.
Smiled while being drained.
Because I refused—
REFUSED—
to give up my dignity
for extra cash
and call it favor.
So I paid in time.
In health.
In silence.
Now hear this.
It is time to let go.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC