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To You, On the Day I Wanted to Let Go

 When is the moment a person feels the most broken?

When do we feel the urge to let everything go?


Is it because of poverty?

Because we’ve lost our dreams?

Or because we’ve lost someone we love?


For me, the hardest moment

is when it feels like nothing will ever change, no matter how hard I try.


The common thread in all of this is despair—

the kind that makes you believe

that no matter how much you try,

nothing will get better—

not the world,

not even yourself.


In those moments,

I’ve wanted to let go of myself.









When my existence and all my efforts felt meaningless,

life itself began to lose its weight.


How about you?


Have you ever reached the deepest corner of your thoughts,

and felt the urge to let it all go?


I feel it—

every single moment.

Along with the quiet question:

“Could I ever become someone a little better?”


And if, by any chance,

you are—right now—

crying out to the sky,

“Please, just one more chance…”


To you,

and maybe to the person I used to be,

I want to say just this:


“Believe in yourself. Hold on, just once more.”


This is a letter

I’m sending to you—

from a day I almost let go of everything.


#soulbridge #lettertoyou #dontletgoyet  

#emotionalhealing #silentdespair #onemorechance  

#mentalhealthawareness #innerstruggle #holdon  

#youarenotalone #hopeindarkness



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