For me, I began the process of letting go when I was ready. I really REALLY didn't want the yuck following me around forever, but I didn't know how to make it go away.

Telling my story to T, and feeling the feelings that went along with it, were the first step to being able to let go. It was a process. It didn't happen all at once, but it did happen. ALL of the different parts of me needed to feel heard, seen, cared for. I needed someone to finally witness my story, and to BELIEVE me.

It still comes back sometimes, but it doesn't define me. It's part of who I am, not the whole of who I am.

Why do you think you might be holding on to it, oceanwave?