I Release What Was Never Mine

Because Healing Begins Where the Pressure Ends.

I release what was never mine to carry.

The expectations that wore me out.

The roles I didn’t ask for.

The silence I kept to make others comfortable.

The pressure to be the strong one when I was barely holding on.

I release it.

I release the guilt that kept me bound to broken people.

The shame that told me I had to earn love.

The fear that whispered, “What if they leave if you stop showing up?”

I’m done performing for validation.

I’m done being responsible for other people’s healing while mine goes neglected.

I release the burden of always having the answer.

I release the weight of saving people who never asked to be saved.

I release the need to be needed.

God, I hand You my false responsibilities, my misplaced loyalties, my soul ties, and my savior complex.

They don’t serve my freedom—and they sure don’t serve my future.

I am not their fixer.

I am not their solution.

I am not the one who holds it all together.

You are, Lord.

So today, I let go.

Of the outcome.

Of the apology I never got.

Of the people who don’t see me.

Of the timelines I created without You.

I open my hands.

I open my heart.

I open my mouth and say:

"God, I surrender what was never mine—and I receive the rest You promised me."

This is my healing.

This is my freedom.

This is my soft place to land.

No more proving. No more pretending. No more pressure.

Just peace.

I am surrendered, and I am secure.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

This is my declaration.