If it costs you your peace…it’s too expensive

There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak that doesn’t get talked about enough. The kind that lingers. You love someone, maybe you always will in some way, but life keeps nudging you toward a truth you don’t want to face…love isn’t always enough.

Letting go doesn’t mean the love disappears. It means you finally choose yourself. It means you stop trying to carry the weight for two. It means you stop believing potential can substitute for action. Most of all, it means you stop shrinking yourself to make someone else comfortable.

The hardest part is that letting go often feels like a betrayal, not of them, but of the version of you that hoped they’d be different. You’re grieving not just the person, but the dream. The future you imagined. The moments you wanted to share. The version of them you saw so clearly that they never became.

But here’s the truth that saves you…love that costs you your peace is too expensive. Love that asks you to abandon yourself is not love at all. And sometimes God removes people not to hurt you, but to reroute you.

Letting go is not weakness. It’s courage. It’s the moment you say, “I deserve a life that doesn’t hurt to hold.” It’s choosing peace over chaos, clarity over confusion, and healing over history.

And one day, you’ll wake up and realize you didn’t lose anything…you gained yourself. You gained space for what’s meant for you. You gained a future that’s built on truth, not hope that someone will change.

Letting go of someone you love isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of you coming home…to yourself.