Dear Diary,

Letting go of the pieces I’ve clung to so tightly, the ones I believed defined me, is a battle of will. These fragments… familiar, comfortable, and predictable… offer a false sense of security, chaining me to who I once was instead of who I am meant to be.

But there comes a point when holding on is no longer strength; it’s resistance. Resistance to growth. Resistance to freedom. The weight of those pieces drags me down, and I have a choice to make: cling to the crumbling remnants of the past or rise. To rise means releasing the grip, walking away, and stepping boldly into the unknown. It means trusting the current to carry me forward… not because it’s easy, but because it’s necessary.

Calm seas or storms be damned. This is about owning my future, not surrendering to my past. It’s about deciding… hell or high water… that I am unstoppable.

And no force… no mountain, no river, no ocean, no storm, no pain, no betrayal, no circumstance or person… can stand in the way of my rise. I am not bound by what broke me. I am forged in fire, rising from the ashes stronger, unyielding, and reborn. The path to my destiny is not given… it is claimed with unwavering resolve. This is my next rebirth… the moment I transcend the past entirely and step into the unstoppable force I was always meant to be.

xx 🤍 — L

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