The True Art of Detachment: Finding Peace in the Practice of Letting Go
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on something that’s been weighing heavily on my heart: Some people will never understand me or see me for who I truly am. And you know what? That’s their loss. But what’s even harder to come to terms with are the people who think they do know me — but in reality, don’t understand me at all.
For so long, I was caught in the struggle of needing to be seen, wanting to be valued, and constantly feeling like I had to prove myself. People say they appreciate me, that they see my worth. But deep down, I often feel like I’m explaining myself over and over — justifying my existence. And even when I do, their words feel empty. Actions speak louder than words, and I’ve come to realize: I can’t change their minds. What they say doesn’t match how they treat me, and that’s where the frustration lies.
What I’ve come to learn is this: I’ve been seeking validation from people who don’t even align with my values. I’ve been stuck in the cycle of hoping they would finally “get” me. But what I really needed was to let go of the idea that they should ever see me at all.
Life’s too short to invest time and energy into people who don’t bring realness to the table
And don’t even get me started on the people who invalidate my experiences. The ones who downplay my stroke and recovery just because I’ve had a “great recovery” — as if that makes the journey less meaningful or the pain less real. That kind of dismissal is hurtful. What they don’t see are the long days, the setbacks, the silent fears, and the emotional toll. My recovery is mine — and no one gets to diminish it just because they didn’t witness the hardest parts. Stop comparing my path to someone else’s, or worse, to what you think it should’ve looked like.
Looking back, I can see how I use things like food, online shopping, social media, or over-socializing to self-soothe. They were distractions — ways to fill voids, to numb, to feel a moment of control. But now, in my 53rd year, I’ve realized I don’t need those things anymore. When I turned 40, two friends told me, “By now, you won’t give a f*ck anymore.” And finally — they were right. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I no longer give away my peace to things (or people) that don’t serve me.
How did I get here? I got crystal clear on my values. Now, everything I do aligns with them. Every move I make is intentional. And when it’s not? I give myself grace — because the goal isn’t perfection. The goal is alignment.
I used to let people affect my work, my confidence, and my peace of mind.
Not anymore.
I’ve learned to protect my energy, and I’ve made peace non-negotiable.
I’ve done the work. I’m still doing the work. And now, I help others do the same. I can teach you how to detach, how to live in alignment, and how to manifest a life that feels like it was made for you. You don’t have to stay stuck. You just have to choose yourself — fully, unapologetically, and consistently.
People sometimes blame my being sick for how much I’ve changed — for pretty much everything they don’t like or understand about me. And maybe they’re right — I have changed. But that’s not a bad thing. In fact, it was a wake-up call. I see everything more clearly now: what matters, what doesn’t, who’s real, and who’s just pretending.
And here’s the truth: You don’t have to get sick or hit rock bottom to find this kind of clarity.
You can choose it today.
You can learn to live more consciously, to detach from the noise, and to align with your truth — now.
You can protect your peace, trust your path, and build a life that finally feels like yours.
