Why do we overstay? In relationships, in jobs, in versions of ourselves that no longer fit? For me, it was hope. If I just tried harder—if I held on long enough—maybe things would get better. Maybe it would finally feel right. So I stayed. And stayed. Until I realized the cost wasn’t just time. It was me. Leaving didn’t mean I failed. It meant I finally listened. Where have you been overstaying, when it’s actually time to start listening?