Letting Go of What You Love
When two tiny mice become a mirror of your life, you realize you're not just a scared adult, but a child learning to let go for the very first time.
There were two mice in our house.
Small, quiet, almost invisible. Only at night did they leave a trace. The sound of nibbling, tiny droppings, daring jumps across the kitchen when darkness fell.
At first, I was afraid. Disgusted by the idea they might crawl on me. Unhygienic. Unsafe. And yet... I felt something else too. A tenderness. A connection? Hard to explain.
They became part of my daily life. Like my thoughts. The ones that nibble you silently.
Mice as a Mirror of My Mind
Every time I went to bed, they appeared. And every evening, I played with the idea of catching them. But I couldn't catch them, like something held me back. I silently knew I hadn't mastered a lesson yet.
The mice became a metaphor. For my son, who’s about to start kindergarten. For my partner, who is softly leading me to trust him and show my vulnerable parts. For myself, finally stepping into healing with supplements, vitamins, and new habits. I fear my own success.
Not fearing failing, but succeeding!
For years I identified with sickness, mental health issues, eating disorders.
"This is who I am. This is me. How can I be anyone else? Healed, happy, healthy? No, that's not me."Catch and Release: The Moment of Transition
It happened. We caught them. In a humane trap. One yesterday, the other today.
No screams. No struggle. Just a tiny beating heart. And mine.
My partner took them outside and released them. I sat still. In the quiet kitchen. The house felt emptier. As if a part of me had gone. Shock. Sadness. Guilt.
What if they're hungry? What if something attacks them? What if I betrayed them?
And then it hit me: I wasn't sad for the mice. I was sad for myself. For the version of me who thought life will not take care of me. That outside my comfort zone, something will attack me. That I had betrayed myself.
I realized it hurt because I had just done something I never could: I let go of something I cared about, even though it scared me.
The mice taught me that even love wrapped in fear may simply be waiting for freedom.
And I thought of my son. Who's entering the world. And of myself. Choosing health at last. Letting go of identities, roles, wounds.
Recognizing the Pattern: I Always Cling to What Leaves
- When my son goes away from me, I ache.
- When my partner takes a trip, I feel abandoned.
- When I try to heal, I feel like I’m losing myself.
Over and over, I relive the fear of the child left alone when I needed someone the most.
The mice were that child. And I was the one releasing them. Into the unknown. And now I have to give myself what I gave them:
the trust that they will be okay.Conclusion
Letting go isn’t the same as losing. Letting go is a choice to trust. And sometimes, when you release something small, something very big shifts inside you.
What did you have to let go of, even when it broke your heart? Share your story in the comments - I’d love to hear it.
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And then come back and tell me... what did you discover?
– Mia P, 2025.
