They say letting go is peace, and maybe it is., But no one talks about the griet that comes with it. I had to cut people off to save myself, and it worked; my mind's quieter now, my heart doesn't race when my phone lights up. But some days, the silence feels like mourning. I miss people I had to walk away from, even if they were the ones breaking me. I scroll past memories that still sting, smile like I'm fine, but a part of me still aches for what should've been. I did the right thing, I know that. But some nights, it still feels like I lost everything trying to save myself. No one tells you that peace can feel like loss too.