Finding oneself

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Maya packed his belongings with sadness and resolve in the dim light of their shared apartment. “Let’s part ways in style,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil.

She handed him a neatly folded shirt, symbolising the life they had tried to build together.

He looked at her, eyes pleading, but she had decided. She couldn’t continue being a victim of his gaslighting that emanated from deep-rooted complexes.

She felt a strange sense of liberation as the door closed behind him.

Revelling in the silence after the New Year’s Eve they celebrated together in a noisy club, she realised that sometimes, letting go was the only way to find herself again.

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  5. “…letting go was the only way to find herself again.”

    letting go (and her half-brother, acceptance) surely are the most difficult yet simple challenges to our efforts to grow

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