It happened gradually, and then all at once. I was cured. Cured from the grasping. The lingering in feelings of hurt, inadequacy, and sadness.
I no longer nervously look at my phone. No more endless scrolling through social media, dating apps, and websites looking for validation.
Honestly, it feels a little weird. All that’s left is a spacious absence; a calming silence from all the unkind words I’ve used to describe myself played on repeat. The words I refuse to write here and now, because I’ve said goodbye forever to that person.
I wrote the breakup letter – to the person that I used to be. And then I smiled as I tossed it in the sea.