Let That Shit Go: Why You’re Holding Yourself Back from Your Own Glow-UP

Look, I get it. Letting go is hard. We’re sentimental creatures, hoarders of people, habits, and outdated versions of ourselves like some kind of emotional pack rats. But let’s be real—some of the things (and people) we cling to are about as useful to our souls as a flip phone in 2025.

We love familiarity, even when it’s toxic. That ex who keeps popping back in, your “friend” who only calls when they need something, that job that drains the very essence of your being; why are we still entertaining these energy-sucking leeches? Is it comfort? Fear of the unknown? Some twisted sense of loyalty to the past? Whatever it is, I promise you, it’s not worth the emotional hangover it’s giving you.

The Art of Recognizing Dead Weight

Not everything or everyone in your life is meant to go the distance. Some things are just pit stops on the road to your highest self, but here you are, trying to build a whole damn vacation home on the side of the highway. If something (or someone) makes you feel more drained than inspired, that’s your sign. If you feel like you constantly have to shrink, silence yourself, or beg for respect, that’s your sign. If you’re making excuses for someone else’s crappy behavior, well, that’s a flashing neon billboard with sirens screaming, “Wake up, babe.”

Letting Go Doesn’t Mean You’re a Jerk

One of the biggest lies we tell ourselves is that we owe people our energy, even when they’ve proven they don’t deserve it. You don’t. You can love someone and still walk away. You can appreciate a phase of your life and still outgrow it. You can say, “Hey, thanks for the lessons,” and then promptly exit stage left like a boss.

It’s not cold. It’s not heartless. It’s necessary.

Holding On is Holding You Back: My Story

For a long time, I held on to someone I loved deeply. He was my best friend, my partner, my person. We had a connection that felt like it could withstand anything, until it couldn’t.

He had his demons, and no matter how much I loved him, I couldn’t love him into healing. I spent years hoping, praying, waiting for the man I saw glimpses of in between the chaos. I held on to the good moments, convinced they outweighed the bad. But the truth was, I was holding onto potential, not reality.

The hardest part? Walking away when I knew he was struggling. Every part of me wanted to stay, to fix, to make sure he didn’t spiral. But I had to ask myself: At what cost? Because while I was trying to save him, I was losing myself.

Letting go wasn’t just about leaving him; it was about reclaiming me. It was about trusting that his path was his to walk and that keeping myself shackled to his pain wasn’t saving him, it was destroying me.

And guess what? Once I finally let go, once I stopped gripping so tightly to something that was never mine to hold, I felt free. Light. Like I could finally breathe again, and now brand new doors are opening up for me!

How to Start the Purge

  1. Ask yourself: Does this make me feel alive or exhausted? If it’s the latter, you know what to do.
  2. Stop justifying red flags. If someone’s energy feels off, trust it.
  3. Make peace with being misunderstood. Not everyone will get why you’re changing, and that’s okay. You’re not living for their validation.
  4. Say it out loud: “I release what no longer serves me.” And then actually mean it.
  5. Choose YOU, unapologetically. Because, at the end of the day, you’re the one who has to live with your choices.

The Final Goodbye

Letting go isn’t always graceful. Sometimes, it’s messy. Sometimes, it hurts like hell. But holding on to things that are slowly killing your spirit? That’s the real tragedy.

So do yourself a favor and stop dimming your own light to make space for things that should’ve been left in the past. Clear the clutter, make room for the magic, and let your soul breathe.

Because your next level? It’s waiting. But first, you have to let that shit go!!

XOXO-Jamie 

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