Let it go.
The hurt that gnaws at your soul, that haunts your quiet moments—release it.
You’ve built yourself a coffin from memories of pain, each plank nailed with tears and regret, threatening to bury you alive. Every cruel word, every betrayal, every moment that shattered your heart lies etched in that brutal ledger you keep in the darkest chambers of your being.
But darling, it’s time.
Time to tear out those pages, to cast them into the flames of healing and watch—just watch—as the ashes of your past float away like darkness yielding to dawn, taking with them the crushing weight of every single terrible moment that brought you to your knees.
Let it go.
These wounds you’ve nursed have become the bars of your own prison, and you’ve sat there long enough, watching life’s beauty pass by just beyond your reach. Don’t let the past steal one more precious moment, locking you away from every good and perfect thing that waits for you.
It’s time.
The exquisite freedom of release will unshackle you from all the things you couldn’t change—all the memories that have haunted your sleepless nights, all the words you couldn’t unhear, all the moments you couldn’t undo.
And in that freedom—oh, in that freedom—you will live.
Not just exist, but live.
Fiercely, wildly, intentionally, with your whole heart unveiled and unguarded. Without the burden of yesterday’s shadows weighing down your tomorrow.
Your past has no power here in the sacred space of now.
So let it go.
