I have to start out by saying that this lesson — letting go — has been the hardest thing I’ve ever learned in my life. And for that reason, I feel like I can speak on it tonight. I spent a majority of my lifetime trapped in the prison of the past. I couldn’t get out. I raged against it. I couldn’t stop myself from going back and perpetuating a loop of guilt, sadness, depression and pulling from the dark corners of my heart. I was consumed by it. Chased. Hunted. Ruined. And yet, I’m here tonight writing away in peace. A lot had to happen for this to take place. I think, in trying to figure out what I want to write about, that the best thing…