I think we place emotional horcruxes in different events, places, people of our lives and sometimes moving to another part of our lives means letting go of who we thought we were in that moment. And maybe that can feel like you have to kill a part of yourself, which is tough to shred through. And so it’s maybe the choosing of that which allows you to get places. Becoming and unbecoming is a heavily layered process in which trying to do so in a “I was and am and will be” way isn’t as clear and concise as we like to take comfort in it being.
So we place pieces of ourselves throughout our entire lives as reference points to remind us of who we are. But what if we had the choice to release one of those reference points as something that had to always be true?
What if we just let it go, giving us the chance to become something else?
That’s a scary thought, I feel.
But undeniably freeing.