The Weight of Letting Go

There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak that comes not from one moment, but from the slow unraveling of something you believed in. Maybe you’ve been there—whether in a relationship where promises felt so real and love seemed strong enough to weather it all, until it wasn’t, or in a dream or friendship that faded despite your best efforts.

Loss, they say, is a kind of grief. You grieve not just the person or thing you lost, but the version of yourself that once believed, hoped, and stayed. And the hardest part? It’s not always the end that hurts most, but how it ends—suddenly, silently, or with explanations that never quite sit right in your soul.

I’ve been thinking a lot about consequences, about actions that feel unanswered, and the pain of watching someone move on so easily while you’re left to carry the weight of everything that was left unsaid.

Does love keep score? Does life?

I used to think so. I used to wonder if the hurt I felt was a kind of cosmic justice, if the pain was punishment for my own mistakes. And maybe you’ve asked yourself the same: Am I hurting because I deserve it?

But here’s what I know now—true love, real connection, and lasting dreams aren’t about punishment. Healing isn’t about retribution. And life? It isn’t always fair, but it’s real. The truth is, hearts break, friendships drift, dreams collapse—and sometimes, we are the ones who break them ourselves. We learn. We grow. We pray for forgiveness—not just from God, but from the pieces of ourselves that we shattered along the way.

And grace? Grace means there’s always redemption. Even when love fails. Even when people leave. Even when dreams slip away. Even when you’re the one left holding the pieces.

If you’ve ever felt any kind of heartbreak or loss—whether from love, a friendship, or a dream slipping away—know this: You are not being punished. You are being shaped. The love that broke you is not your last love. The friendship that faded, or the dream that slipped away—none of these define your future. And the person who didn’t see your worth doesn’t get to determine it.

And one day, there will be a love that stays, a love that heals, one that will never ask you to carry the weight alone—a dream that carries you forward and a friendship that uplifts. Until then, we heal. We pray. We forgive. Ourselves most of all.

What’s the hardest part of letting go for you? I’d love to hear from you—because healing is a journey best walked together.

With all my love,

Abisoye💙