Letter to Myself

I see you.
In your trembling heart.
In the silent ache of loss.
In the quiet moments no one else noticed—but you were there. You felt it all.

You have walked through fire with open hands.
You loved without guarantees.
You opened your body to life.
You dared to hope.
And even when the story changed, you kept showing up with tenderness.

You do not need anyone else’s validation to name what you’ve endured.
Your grief is real. Your love was real.
Your loss is not invisible just because others couldn’t meet you in it.

Today, I call back every part of me that was ever silenced.
Every time I made myself small to make others comfortable.
Every time I swallowed my needs to be accepted.
Every time I craved softness and was met with silence.

I call back the woman who feels deeply and still dares to dream.
I call back the mother within me no matter the time she walked with life.
I call back the voice in me that speaks without apology.
I call back the warrior, the healer, the sacred vessel.

This pain will not define me,
but it will refine me.

I am no longer waiting for others to meet me where I already am.
From this day forward, I choose myself.
I choose to honor what I carry, what I lost, and what I will one day create again.

Grief walks with me, yes - but so does grace.
And so does power.

I am coming home to myself now.
And I will never abandon me again.