Letting Go

Due to having more loft installation added in the attic, everything that had been dumped up there over the last 20 plus years had to be removed, as it all couldn't go back it needed sorting. I am so bad at letting go of stuff, I believe in the mottos just in case, or you'll never know when it might come in handy.

Not letting go also applies to my mental well being. There are things that have happened to me that I should be able to go of, but for some reason I can't. It is true that it is easier to forgive than to forget. But there are some things that I am finding hard to forgive let alone forget. 

There are things I want to move on from but am finding it difficult to. I know certain things will get easier with time, such as the effects of the bad breakup of my last relationship, but other things I believe I am just going to have to live with such as the relationship or lack of with my mother, though if one more person says I should love her because she is my mother I might finally pluck up the courage to tell them what I have been dying to tell everyone who has said this to me, firstly they don't know the situation and secondly its none of their business. But I know me and that isn't going to happen, I'll just make some sort of sound of agreement and leave all the resentment to carry on building up in side.

It is far easier to say 'you should be able to move on' but not so easy to do when you feel like you've not had the chance to put a full stop to the matter, or had chance to fully understand what has happened.