Let it go.
Life is all about moving on.
I’m done, and I’m letting go.
Releasing people from my life….
Trying to forget my past.
Nowadays, I don’t even have to try to forget things. Slowly, I’m losing my memories, I guess.
Because for so long, I’ve tried to suppress my feelings and my emotions so hard…and forced my brain not to hover over memories.(The fun fact is you can stay happy if you forget certain things that hurt you. I could move on with my life coz I chose to forget the terrible things that happened with me.)
Whenever I remember something that brings back memories of a place, people, or things… I distract myself . I tell myself the past is an illusion. It doesn’t exist.
But it does.
You look at a face and you remember someone. A new friend can trigger memories of an old one. It hurts—but it happens to me.
I made so many new friends recently, and none of these friendships will ever become deep to me. There was a time when I used to take friendships too seriously. Now that I’ve lost each one of them, I make new friends, but…I don’t give them a place in my heart. I never will.
The friends I thought were my closest… all left.
Extinct.
Gone.
Dead.
Not only friends… relatives too.
[In many cases it was me who walked away from them…it was me who was forced to leave first.]
It’s like suddenly the door to my old life is closing, and a completely new one is starting.
I see all my old friends so happy with their new best friends, parties, and laughter… and a little piece of my heart still aches.
Do they ever miss me?
Or do they think I’m selfish and hate me?
Or have they completely forgotten about me?
I don’t want to know.
I won’t even try to know…because I tried my best to stay in touch with those people. They didn’t. And now, my door is closed for them. Forever.
They are just random people who died with that old version of me.
They are all dead …or just mere strangers—people with faces and names I used to know.
I don’t regret my friendship with them.
I don’t regret what happened in life.
I’m grateful that we crossed paths.
And now it’s time I focus on my new life—
in a new place, with new faces, new names, new identities, new stories.
It’s better not to drag your old things into your new life.
Maybe it’s a blessing. In fact, it is a blessing…to get rid of toxic people. Just let go. Let go of people who took you for granted, who didn’t value you. Let go and learn to cut people off. Learn to prioritize yourself. Your peace.
If it means you have to stay alone—then stay alone. Stay alone until God brings good people into your life again. Train your brain to release memories, because life is still in front of us, and we can’t stop making new ones.
Life becomes lighter when you learn to cut people and things off.
At times, it will hurt.
At times, it will break you.
But remember this…
what you release makes room for what you deserve.




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In my opinion letting go i’s quieter than we think. It’s noticing when you’re holding onto an idea of someone more tightly than the actual person standing in front of you. Honestly, that’s where it usually gets messy for me. I think I’m caring. I think I’m being supportive. And then I realize I’m attached to who I believe they could be, not who they actually are right now.
Here’s the thing I keep coming back to - disappointment often says more about my expectations than their choices. When someone doesn’t move, grow, or change in the way I imagined, the ache isn’t just about them. It’s about the picture I built and invested in. Letting go, for me, has meant grieving that picture and admitting it was mine, not theirs.
There’s relief in that honesty. It softens the urge to push. It creates space. And sometimes it also clarifies when staying close would require me to shrink or abandon myself. That part matters too.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot in my own writing lately, especially around the line between care and control and how easily we cross it without meaning to.
I share my recent post below and I hope it helps somebody.
https://open.substack.com/pub/wisdomlibrary/p/letting-go-of-who-they-could-be?r=2r3u84&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web