Detachment

I no longer force people to stay. I let people leave; I let them lose me or forget me. I allow people to decide where they want to place me because it’s their right to choose who they want to be part of their lives.

You can mute, unfollow, unfriend, or block me if you want to, and I will not be offended by it. As I grow every day, I realize that my existence will not always be appreciated by everyone. Sometimes, I can be the problem too, from the perspective of others. And that’s okay. We all see the world through different lenses, shaped by our experiences, wounds, and expectations.

If you believe that distancing yourself from me brings you more peace, healing, or clarity, I will not ask you to stay. I understand that not everyone is meant to walk with me for a lifetime. Some people come as lessons, some as mirrors, and some only for a season. Letting go does not always mean there was no love or value – it simply means the alignment has changed.

I have also learned that detachment is not coldness; it is self-respect. It is choosing inner peace over constant explanations, and acceptance over resentment. Detachment teaches me that I do not have to shrink, over-give, or abandon myself to be chosen. I do not chase connection anymore; I allow it to flow naturally, where effort is mutual and presence is intentional.

It is, in many ways, a blessing in disguise when people who do not value my presence choose to leave. It saves me from the pain of holding onto spaces where I am only tolerated, not cherished. Just as I respect their choice to walk away, I also honour my choice to not reserve a seat at my table for those who cannot meet me with sincerity, empathy, and emotional safety.

The people I choose to keep close are not perfect, and neither am I. But they are kind. They are honest. They try to understand before judging. They allow me to be human – messy, healing, learning – without constantly making me feel like I need to earn my place in their lives.

I am no longer afraid of being misunderstood, forgotten, or replaced. I trust that the right people will stay, not because I begged them to, but because they genuinely want to. And that kind of connection – quiet, respectful, and real – is the only one I seek now.

This is not detachment out of ego.

This is detachment out of growth.

And with that growth, I choose peace – every single time.