A lot of things don’t affect me really, but learning to let go of things was something that affected me in both good and bad ways.

Changing my mentality was the first thing to do.

By doing that I asked myself constantly, “Where do I stand with this person?  It doesn’t matter where they stand with me, “where do I stand with them?”.

That answer never balanced itself out so I let go of those that didn’t carry the same weight I carried for them, and it was hard.

Not having that balance of care for each other weighed me down to constantly try to show appreciation for those who never even appreciated me.

After putting myself into this mindset it wasn’t so hard to identify who cared about me.

The hard part was letting go.

I remember the first time I had to let go of something that meant so much to me.

Now that I look at it, it’s silly to think about.

It was around the time for me to start high school, I was in 8th grade.

There was a boy I had liked and I had never been introduced to the idea of dating.

A lot of the time I think that I started having crushes late, on the other hand, I suppose that it is a good thing.

It was a cold crisp winter at the time and I was excited for what my freshman year would bring.

There had been a dance I was attending one Saturday night and I had met a boy that night I would go on to become friends with now.
I don’t remember what had made me so infatuated with someone.

Now I can’t even bring myself to think of him in that light.

From that cold winter night, I had begun to think that leaving that feeling behind was hard, it wasn’t.

I just needed to think about what that person really meant to me, and turns out he didn’t mean much to me at all.

So that goes without saying, it was in middle school, but part of it did end up carrying into my freshman year.

There have been many other scenarios where I had to later on let go of the things that didn’t matter.

Letting go of all the memories they left behind, like a trail of paper leading me into the same dreaded circle I fell upon.

With letting go comes success, with less of that weight I carried from those who expected me to hold it for them when they never held any for me.

Letting go is also not wishing for revenge; it’s wishing them the best from that point on.

Although losing one of the most significant people in my life was the hardest thing I could have ever done, it made losing everyone else the easiest thing in the world.

It helped me gain my morality back and made me more aware of who means something to me because that person meant everything to me.

Losing people who blurred my vision of who I was as a solitary person, helped me find who I was.

Just because you let someone go doesn’t mean you don’t miss them a lot. It also means to let them be and accept it for what it is.

I think that letting go of things and people helps you find who you are and most definitely gives you more benefits rather than harm you, no matter what your heart believes or wants

And that is something of which I have grown to be proud.