It’s hard to change; to accept change. That’s why you struggle, grip, claw, and cling. It can feel like you’ve wasted time, so you hold onto it, and try to forget the voice in the back of your head (the one that you deny because it calls you to change). Sometimes it’s giving up your home, your sense of belonging, the quiet comforts of familiarity. You can feel like a house having your walls slowly ripped out, but that’s better than being a fire having its flames smothered out…