“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
― Stephen King,
I don’t know how to let go when someone hurts me. I hold on to it, like a bird holds on to its pinions. I keep thinking it’s going to get better, but it just digs, deeper. Eventually maybe I will learn to let go.