I’ve found that the place between letting go of what was and surrendering into what’s next can feel lonely and a little nomadic. In that in‑between space, you’re not where you were, but you’re not quite where you’re going either. And even when you try to talk about it, most people don’t understand — and even fewer can relate.
So you end up navigating that middle ground alone, learning how to hold yourself when no one else knows how to. And honestly, this in‑between is the perfect place to give up. The progress isn’t loud or obvious like it used to be. It’s quiet, internal, and slow — the kind of growth you don’t notice until you look back. Unraveling a “normal” I lived in for years has been its own kind of headache. But even with all that, I’m not letting go. I’m staying with myself through it.
Self‑support looks different for everyone.
Sometimes I wish I had someone walking this surrender journey with me, someone trying to get this “letting go” thing down at the same time. But I don’t — so I lean on the things that satisfy my mind, body, and soul to get me through it.
Nerve‑relaxing music like Cleo Sol.
Yoga for movement and grounding.
My blog to keep my mental and spiritual aligned.
Taking my rest seriously and chilling when necessary.
These are the things that hold me while I’m suspended between what was and what’s next.
I may not see the progress yet, but I know becoming is still there — and that’s enough to keep going.
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