How do you know when it's time to let go? I've been asking myself this for a long time. There have been moments when I believed I was done. Done with excuses. Done with words. Done feeling like I was not good enough. Then I'd turn around and play my part of who I was supposed to be. This other girl with a new name. This other girl who was willing to pay the price. This other girl who took her wants and needs and made them a reality. A girl going over the edge not caring about the fall. A girl taking the cuts and bruises and applying alcohol to ease the pain. This truth haunts me.
So how do you know when to say the final goodbye to the very thing that gave you everything you wished for and everything that tortured your soul at the same time?
Damaged heart. Confused mind.
Letting go is painful.
Staying is suicide.