We had a night in Albania where we wrote letters. It consisted of us either wanting to let go of certain feelings towards others or ourselves, things we wished to surrender and move on from so we could grow moving forward. We then proceeded to burn them.
It was an amazing physical illustration of letting go and moving on. For me, I burned the lies I’ve believed about myself. Being the internal processor I am, I ended up writing another letter afterwards as a way for me to also look back at something tangible that I wrote down. I’m ready to fight to get to my identity. My true identity. It was this night where I could see myself in front of me. Everything is still foggy and a bit distorted. But I see it for the first time, regardless.
This is something I encourage everyone reading this to do. If there’s something you need to let go of to grow, to be independent of things from the past, this is a great example of what you could do. You don’t necessarily have to write a letter to burn. You can tear it up just as effectively. But there’s something freeing about writing the things you want to give up.
