Dearest, Your Life Is Yours. Let That Sink In. The People In Your Life Are People In Your Life. You Are

i think ive realized that true understanding settles into you. like when you truly understand, and not just say that you do, but when you truly understand, it comes with that oh moment. when what would've previously lingered, won't weigh on you anymore. and this feeling, it is as beautiful as it is rare.

something so sacred about a heart returning to its origin.

btw, it's called the soldierhood of love.

For now, it's the sort of winter that freezes the tip of your nose but does nothing to your bones.

For now, I am content.

Just because an animal has scales doesn't mean you get to trample on it.

I won't paint you as fully healed because your beauty lies in the process, not perfection.

Thoughtful and gentle and sweet. Wild and reckless and loud. Emotions and words and actions.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

hey love,

if you’re reading this, maybe your chest feels heavy again. maybe the old voices are getting louder.

so take a breath. come back to this:

you are not responsible for everyone’s healing.

you are not a failure when someone else is hurting.

you are not the reason your world cracked, you were just a child trying to hold it together with your bare hands.

it is safe now to let go.

you don’t have to earn your worth by saving others.

you don’t have to prove anything to deserve peace.

you are already doing the brave work by pausing, by feeling, by speaking kindly to yourself.

and i promise you, even if you forget these truths tomorrow, they will find their way back to you.

because they live inside you now.

you are not the pain you absorbed.

you are the love that stayed.

i’m proud of you.

i’m with you.

always.

— love, me