U guys gotta believe that this is written for me , based on my life but I don't have enough evidence to prove it. This author loves me. Did I ever say Madz that how amazing you are???????!
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.
Great things are awaiting you. What you leave makes a much bigger room for what you deserve. And you deserve the entire world. The ones who are meant to stay, will stay. No matter what happens. I will stay.
U guys gotta believe that this is written for me , based on my life but I don't have enough evidence to prove it. This author loves me. Did I ever say Madz that how amazing you are???????!
I love you sm
You're as mishti as your name ❤️
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
That Last Line Hits like amazing.
Great things are awaiting you. What you leave makes a much bigger room for what you deserve. And you deserve the entire world. The ones who are meant to stay, will stay. No matter what happens. I will stay.
This was a fantastic read.
Thanks a lot😭❤️