The Letter She Wrote Herself
Dear Me,
You survived.
Not gracefully, not always willingly—but you did.
You held on when everything said let go. You kept showing up. Even when the world blurred. Even when your own thoughts betrayed you.
You’re not a failure.
You’re a fighter. A feeler. A mother. A woman who broke and built herself back again.
I’m proud of you.
I love you.
Keep writing. Keep breathing. Keep becoming.
Love,
Me
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