Right now, we’re still holding onto many threads that bind us together.But little by little, those threads will slip from one hand or the other,until only a single strand remains. And when that moment comes,we’ll let go—together or alone. When we do, I can only hopewe each find our own happy ending.

New year, new me? No, that’s not what I want. Old me, with new scars— scars that remind me I’m alive, that I’ll be okay, that I can keep growing, keep working on myself.

I don’t know how I’d react if you said, “Come to me.” Would I break down? Would I cry? Would joy overwhelm me? I truly don’t know. What I do know is that it’s getting easier. There are moments when I feel light, when I feel right. And then there are moments when everything feels… Read more: I don’t know.

You chose me, and now it’s my turn to choose myself— every day, again and again, with every moment.

What am I holding on to? I’m not sure anymore. I held on to a future that, in hindsight, might have been doomed from the start. I held on to a person I thought could help build that future with me. I clung to the ideas and values I believed we shared. But now, I’m… Read more: It’s time to try something new.