Attempted strangulation of any outcome
will most certainly result in death by asphyxiation.
Attachment doesn’t look like danger at first.
It disguises itself as love.
Attachment keeps one in a low-oxygen environment:
second-guessing oneself, waiting, shrinking one’s needs,
holding one’s breath for crumbs of certainty.
This kind of attachment doesn’t explode—
it erodes.
Quietly.
Over days…over months…over years…
Over a lifetime.
Attachment is a killer.
It cuts off oxygen.
A hard pill to swallow…
what is meant to be included in our lives does not require force…
Release your grip…
Release isn’t loss.
It’s resuscitation.
Resurrection of the soul…
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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