I let go of my insecurities.

Some things get carried so long that the carrying stops registering — a bag on one shoulder for years, until somebody points out that you stand slightly crooked.

Letting go is rarely one decisive drop. It is more often noticing the lean, then noticing it again a week later, then finding one afternoon that you set the bag down inside the door without deciding to. The relief arrives after the release rather than before it, which is why nobody manages to talk themselves into it in advance.