Letting go doesn’t get easier. Even with therapy and time, it’s still a hard process. There’s very little I’ve ever let go of that didn’t have my claw marks all over it.
I’m starting to realize that letting go doesn’t mean that the thing goes away. It’s still there. The difference is that it is no longer the center of my thoughts. I’ve long believed that letting go meant banishing a thought forever. That isn’t realistic or necessary.
It means setting it down, setting is aside, letting go of its power to command my attention, taking back my power to decide what I focus on.
That’s what I hang onto.
Seriously, Jerk Brain? 