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Letting Go of Hope: A Gift Only I Can Give Myself

The thing about hope, is that it keeps us moving forward. The problem with hope, is that it can also keep us stuck in a pattern of bad choices. We hope things will change. We hope things will get better. We hope and we are disappointed. We hope and we are disappointed. We hope and we are disappointed.

The key is to hold onto the hope that compels us forward and let go of the hope that keeps us stuck. I am not sure how to do this yet but this article gives instructions for how to do it. Tonight, I am working on the first part: Write out a list of what you wish was different. Then one by one, repeat, "(S)he will never..."


He will never make me a priority in his life.

He will never make time for me.

He will never take me into consideration when making decisions.

He will never introduce me to his friends.

He will never put any effort into our relationship.

He will never want more than just my body.

He will never care how much he hurts me.

He will never love me the way that I love him.

He will never really know how it feels to be loved completely.


The second part is to repeat this list over and over again to yourself until you believe it. As I typed up this list, intellectually I know it is all true. But I also know that my heart still hopes its not. So, I am going to have to read through this often. It is going to take me time to believe it. And when I finally start to believe it, then it will be time to move on to the next steps.

I just hope that I can let go of hope.

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