I release all negativity from my life.

Some of what weighs on a life is genuinely detachable. The account you keep scrolling. The relative whose phone calls leave you worse for two days. The habit of reading every setback as evidence about your character.

Some of it isn't detachable, and shouldn't be.

Sadness after a loss isn't negativity. It's the appropriate response, and trying to bin it only moves it somewhere less convenient.

The work is in telling the two apart. One list can be acted on this week. The other needs carrying, and carrying it well is its own kind of competence.