I once read that real wisdom and strength was knowing the difference between when to fight, and when to give up. And knowing that you weren’t “giving up”, but making the right choice? The best choice, for yourself; for your health, your happiness, your stability, your future?
Sometimes it can seem easier to see what is best for someone else, but not what is best for yourself.
So what is that point? How do you find it? When do you respect yourself enough, to tell yourself enough is enough. To move on with your life and let go?
But then there’s that fear, underneath your “fuck you” strength. That fear telling you that darkness it deepest before dawn. That nothing easy is worth having. All of the “what ifs” – maybe if I hold on a little longer that person will change/ I will change/ things will get better/ that person will recognise me/ I will get that promotion/ I will get that grade/ I will get that payrise, and on and on and never ending is that list of what may happen if you keep holding on.
But when do you know? When do you accept the fact that nothing is going to change, and that the only change you can make is to remove yourself?