Letting Go, Even When It Hurts

I feel like the truth is—things are going to get worse before they get better. And I have to be prepared for all of that. I have to be ready to be criticized, ready to let go of things that are personal, even if it means letting people get the upper hand.

It’s sad and depressing, honestly. Because let’s be real: everyone’s depressed, and everyone’s life feels heavy in some way. But in the middle of all this chaos, the only thing I can do is stay true to myself.

This month? It was rough.

At the beginning, I showed something important to someone—and they didn’t even pay attention. Or maybe they did. Who knows? Either way, I wasn’t about to tell them what they were supposed to see. I kept it moving.

But then I made the same mistake again.

Not just once—yesterday, and again today.

I keep offering pieces of myself, hoping for understanding, but deep down I know I don’t want to spend my life giving people the upper hand. I’ve been too open. Too willing. And people take advantage of that.

But you know what?

If giving others the upper hand is what it takes to stay real, then so be it.

Because I refuse to lose myself in the process of protecting myself.

And that’s the truth.