Imagine holding a heavy stone in your hand, your fist clenched tightly around it. At first, the effort seems manageable, a simple act of possession. But as minutes turn to hours, and hours to days, the muscles ache, the knuckles turn white, and the stone, once just an object, becomes a source of immense strain. We move through our lives in much the same way, clutching burdens we believe we must carry: the weight of past hurts, the anxiety of future what-ifs, the drain of unfulfilling connections. We believe the effort of holding on keeps us safe, that our grip is a sign of strength. This book is about the profound and counterintuitive realization that our true power lies not in the grip, but in the courage to open our hand.