The Weight of What We Hold: Learning Not to Build My Happiness on Things That Can Leave
There was a time when I believed happiness had an address, and somehow it was always outside of me. Sometimes it lived in another person's smile. Sometimes it rested in a friendship that made me feel seen. Other times it hid inside a relationship, a dream, a possession, a title, or even a version of my life that I desperately wanted to protect. I convinced myself that as long as I held on tightly enough, I would never have to experience the emptiness of losing it. But life has a way of reminding us that everything we grip too tightly eventually teaches us about letting go. I know this because I have lived it. I have been the woman whose entire emotional world revolved around people. When someone drifted away, changed, disappointed me, or simply chose a different path, it felt as though a piece of me had been ripped away with them. I wasn't just mourning their absence; I was mourning the version of myself that only existed when they were around. My world would crumble. I would c...