Control Reset Story: The Moment I Started Trusting Life

I used to think control was safety.

That if I planned enough, worked enough, cared enough —

I could keep everything from falling apart.

But life doesn’t care about your plans.

People leave.

Things break.

Dreams shift.

And sometimes, what you thought was “meant to be”

was only meant to teach you.

For years, I held on too tightly.

To people.

To outcomes.

To the idea that I could somehow manage the chaos.

But all it did was exhaust me.

And underneath it all was one quiet truth —

I wasn’t afraid of losing control.

I was afraid of being alone.

Then one night, I sat in that silence I used to run from.

No music. No messages. No distractions.

Just me — and the sound of my own breathing.

And I realised —

nothing’s missing.

Nothing’s broken.

There’s just space.

And peace.

That was the moment I stopped gripping life —

and started trusting it.

Since then, I still plan. I still care.

But I don’t cling.

Because the moment you stop forcing life to make sense —

it finally starts flowing again.

Mette

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