It's funny, the things you used to think were your anchors are often just ropes holding you to a dock you've long since drifted away from. Letting go isn't about severing, it's about realizing the water is deep enough to float now. The 'dock' was so familiar, so safe, even when it was rotting under my feet. It took a long time to realize the fear of the open water was just a story I kept telling myself, a story about not being strong enough to swim, even though I'd been treading water my whole life.