Dear You,
Yes you. If you found this letter that means you’re finally ready to answer my question. And yes, I’m talking to you, the one who was fired from her job. The one who couldn’t keep her house together because you could hardly get out of bed. Yes, you, the one who had to stay at her best friend’s house because you didn’t feel safe alone. The one who loss weight and whose hair fell out from stress and pretending everything was okay. Yes, you. The one who literally, truly, worked her hardest to be perfect at everything…. because perfection is everything, right?
And so, you worked and worked, and you hid behind a mask, and you gave and gave KNOWING you were slowly becoming a fragment of yourself. Until you broke. Until you finally realized there was nothing else to give. Yes you, I’m talking to you. So, if you found this it means you have started writing again, maybe even working on your crafts but overall you’re doing the things that make you smile and you finally understand what those around you have been telling you; your brokenness relies in the fact that you allowed yourself to forget your strength and the strength you give others.
What you saw as broken, they saw as beautiful which is why the scoffed every time you said “I’m not enough” because for them, you have shown a strength of thousands. You may not think you are enough, but in their eyes and the eyes of a little girl who wakes up sometimes just to kiss and smile at you; you are.
So, if you’ve found this letter it means you’re finally ready to answer my question. Have we finally figured out we are much more than enough? We are the embodiment of the beauty that comes from the pain.
-Us