We find it tough to let go of the good things, the good people, the good memories. But have you ever wondered how tightly we hold on to the bad stuff even more? I for one found my inner self in holding on to the wrong from my past so close. Family, friends, lovers, besties, bosses had all wronged me. And almost like an adult I held on to the grudges, the spite, the venom inside me in a sort of negative space that didn’t allow me to even breathe free.

As time passed, the negatives kept heaving atop each other, making me feel burdened with their corrosion. Each time I uttered the weight of that “something bad” that had happened to me, I weighed down and was bogged down. Even though I brimmed with anger and courage in those moments of calling my perpetrators out, and in feeling like I was gaining some control over myself, I kept slipping away from my true self.