Hey, sweet girl.

It’s me. It’s you. It’s us. It’s always been us. I’ve always been here, with you, protecting you. Even when life felt scary, unsafe, confusing, unfair, or impossible. You were never alone. And you were ALWAYS enough.

But what does that even mean? What does it even feel like to Be Enough? Is such a thing possible, or are we all just faking it as much as we can to make it through the days? Are we thriving or just surviving? I know we didn’t grow up with the money or privileges others had. In high school and college, you were told you weren’t skinny enough to be a dancer. Multiple heartbreaks have left you cynical, questioning whether you’ll ever find love or be able to trust deeply again. You watched as your twin sister got married and had twins of her own, starting a fully new family right in front of your eyes. You’ve questioned your worth as a woman in this world and fought hard to take up space. And that’s just naming a few battles. Surviving it is.

Life has come at you hard, babe. Despite all that, you’re here. And I am so proud of all you’ve gone through and everything you’ve overcome. It breaks my heart, though, to see how all of that has dimmed your beautiful light just a little.

Well, I’m here to tell you that soon you will thrive in a way you never imagined possible. And not because you will have money, or your dream job, or a ring, or anything materialistic to “prove” your enoughness. But because you will thrive in a place that you believe in. A healing place. ALL the people who made you feel you weren’t enough will disappear. Their words will no longer hold weight. You finally chassé across the stage of life again with sparkle and swagger. Those traumatic memories will be a thing of the past, and you will finally see yourself the way I see you. Grounded in love, safety, and power!

Don’t be afraid, even though it is scary. Go towards it. Bravely. Just like you have gone towards everything in your life that you’ve had to fight for. And you will continue to fight for your dreams and to find love and for a life as exciting and bright as you are. But you will do it KNOWING you are more than worthy of anything and everything this life has to offer. You’re a tiny dancer with big dreams. And when you no longer feel the weight of the “not enoughness”, you will burst like a firework and light up the sky just like you were created to do. I see it. I’m living in it. And I’m here to tell you that every single thing this life throws at you is a lesson to learn, not a brick to build a wall. 

Stay bright, my sweet girl. I know our light dimmed for a moment there, and we got lost. It was scary and confusing. Hey, you’re only human. But like I knew you would, you found your way through. And on the other end was an evolution of you. A version of you that was patiently waiting to be found. You’re becoming. I am so excited for you to feel YOUR light. And THAT is what enough feels like. A firework that is unapologetic about doing exactly what it was designed to do. Light up the sky. And just like Elvis, I can’t help falling in love with you.
Now, enough is enough!

From You, With Love

Sweet Angie

What does it mean to be enough? 

Enough for who? Parents? Grandparents? Teachers? Peers? Colleges? Coworkers? Jobs? Bosses? Society? The World?

The fact is… you weren’t the best in school, with your decent grades accomplished with late nights finishing homework and studying for tests. 

You weren’t the best at making friends either, usually missing out parties, sleepovers, and hangouts. 

To be honest, you didn’t particularly stand out in sports, music, art, and you weren’t the prettiest either. 

From the outside looking in, there’s nothing special about you. 

So that means you were never enough for your peers, being the weird one that was a little too genuine; or for your teachers, getting mediocre grades according to their standards.

On paper, there was nothing special about you either. Colleges just saw the average grades mixed in with millions of other students. 

Then there was the military and there was really nothing special about you.

So … what does it mean to be enough?

Well, your life isn’t a sob story, but just because you faced difficulties that may or may not have been more difficult than others’, doesn’t mean your struggles are invalid or wrong or unjustified.

Everyone struggles.

Everyone’s life is hard.

But for you and your life… you are enough.

I know that you love with your whole heart and you aren’t afraid to show it. You love so much it hurts.

I know that your family at home depends on you. You are exactly where you should be. Your siblings and your parents still need you, too. 

You don’t need to be the best mom, or daughter, or sister. You just need to be there – and you are. You need to be kind and loving – and you are. You just need to be you.

I also know that you work hard every single day of your life. I know that sometimes that means the hardest days are just getting out of bed, battling depression. Sometimes that means the hardest days are working from home, being a stay at home mom, working drill on the weekends, cleaning the house and making sure there’s food on the table every night. 

I know you feel like a failure when you make a mistake, or you get a little too angry, or don’t show enough affection, or even by saying the wrong thing. 

But regardless of what you think or what you’ve done, you are worthy of love, compassion, and happiness. 

You are enough being you.

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Dear 20-year-old me,

So, you flunked out of college
And lost your one true love.
You think you’re lazy, dumb, despicable –
Another useless maggot of our society –
A cancerous tumor bulging up,
Pressing upon our dying Mother Earth.

I know you’re sadly stuck
In the ultimate, existential catch 22.
Claim death,
And stab a dagger in your parents’ hearts.
Keep breathing,
And burden them all as you suffer.

Hold my hand and listen close
As I tell you of another way.
I will show you a path to living.
You can shed your sickly skin.
What is held within you
Is brighter than the darkness
Blacking out your soul.

The trick is not to push harder,
But rather to ease into yourself,
Relax into all that scares you,
Recover what hides and haunts.
Only then can you dig out the dirt.
Take time to purge, so as to heal.

Be patient with the process.
Transformation is within your reach,
But the grabbing is slow and arduous.
Like the alien-nymph buried in the mud,
You will one day emerge anew
With wondrous wings to take flight.

Oh, the lands you will discover!
Your adventures are only beginning.
Every part will piece you together.
Each experience, food for your growth.
You may think you’re outrunning the beast,
But really, you’re steering your wild heart.

Someday you’ll be the touchstone,
The teacher, the leader, the inspiration
For those you’re yet to meet,
But who will find their own way through you.
Your butterfly effect will ripple forth,
Brightening the worlds of many beings.

So, please, my dear former self,
Don’t discard or disregard who you are.
There’s more to us than you know.
You’re a dragonfly in waiting,
Temporarily buried in the muck,
Simply preparing for life in the sun.

Dear who I was a year ago,

Stop. I know what you are thinking, but you are completely wrong, you know. All those things you’ve convinced yourself about who you are and the ending of your life, based on what others told you and what you told yourself, are rumors. The rumors say, “You are a mess”, “You are incapable of love”, “You’ll never get better”, etc. If anything, I’m laughing right now that you actually believe that. You are way more than those words.

On the contrary, I learned the opposite of what those rumors said. I am not messy, I am adventurous and creative. It’s better to be more than to be less. Less would be so boring. It’s so much more fun to be myself. I have the ability to fight and to love. I can stand up for myself, and not take trash, but I can love people too. You and I are the opposite of a bad person. We always want to do better, even though it can feel impossible. You always have the intent to do good despite your mistakes. I even tried saving a wounded bunny out of the hope I could save it. It didn’t make it, but I felt good knowing I tried doing good. You do what you can with all you have at the moment. It doesn’t make you a “bad person” or “lazy”, it makes you human.

On top of that, you are not incapable of love either. You love nature and you love your boyfriend. You love him more than anything and you’ll sit outside for hours barefoot on the grass because you love the feeling. You literally will strike up a conversation with anybody.

Therefore, would a bad person ever be like that? I don’t think so. How could you think you’re a bad person when you’ve helped others stay alive and beat their depression? How could you be a bad person when, even at rock bottom, you help others? You sacrificed hours of your time, sleep, and self-respect to listen to and affirm people who were struggling. That is what a hero does, not any hero, but a real one.

As a result, I proved myself wrong and even made a friend of myself and the world. I know it is hard where you are at the moment, but even while being in the same environment, I am thriving. I have cut off every bad person because I love myself. I dropped the ‘party life’ because I wanted meaning for myself. You might think you can’t do a lot, but I’m achieving things I never thought were possible because I chose to try for myself.

Specifically, in your freshman year, you hated painting. You thought you sucked. You even almost failed, but I taught myself how to paint, sculpt, and I reached out to art organizations merely on the passion for art that I’ve developed. Now I’ve been accepted into four art programs so far, put up my artwork in an art show, helped construct an exhibition, and had my art titles in a museum. Next on my bucket list is art college and teaching myself to draw. I’m able to achieve all of these goals because I put in the effort for myself. I live for myself. All you need to do is try. Once you put in all your effort, you won’t stop achieving. I’ve come so far, but I know I’ll go further.

Right now, on June 16th, 2025, I am sitting on my bed, realizing that I’ve taught myself so much. I am even grateful for the people who hurt me and my past because it only made me better. It made my life so much more interesting and the stuff you are crying about gave you a story. I am the strongest person I know because I managed to teach myself to love a world I once hated by turning the hate into love.

For these reasons, you are more than enough. You are everything all at once, and it is beautiful. Love your weaknesses, and love your strengths. You need both to be the best verison of yourself. The little girl you were years ago is rooting for you every day. You have the same spirit the little girl had; you’ve only grown stronger from understanding real struggle. You are still curious like her, you are energetic and authentic like her, but she never once judged herself. You wouldn’t judge that little girl either, so don’t judge yourself. Tell yourself you are enough for your little self and she’ll appreciate every kind word.

To every version of me that was never enough,

Let’s start with adolescence
and travel through the years
Neglected as a child,
no one there to wipe your tears

You weren’t taught self-respect
Or that your mind had any value
You were taught that sex was cheap
With zero effort men could have you

You hid behind the booze
Because they kinda numbed the pain
You quickly lost control
And were unable to regain

You found yourself a mother
Before you started senior year
The man who shared the baby
Unfortunately, insincere.

The next ten years are blurry
A hurricane of lust and d ugs
Of broken hearts and empty smiles
And smoke-infested lungs

Men often saw a burden
In the place in which you stood
Because they can’t control you
And your mental’s not so good

In many ways they broke you
In body and in mind
You pretended you deserved it
But you can not be that blind

Your family and your friends
Jumped ship and left your side
When living was too much to bear
You would have rather died

Self-doubt bled into your life
In way more spots than one
Your exes sought out ammunition
You handed them the gun

They stripped you of the only thing
That really made you whole
You didn’t scream, you cowered down
As they inherited your soul

So many men with faces blurred
Have taken pieces of you
That weren’t on loan, or theirs to keep
So eventually you withdrew

You took your sanction, Owned it loud
As if you earned the retribution
You may as well have pulled the plug
A self-worth execution

You measured merit by fake love
And what you thought you had to offer
You forgot that you are also you
A mother and a daughter

You are worthy of the love you give
Maybe someday you’ll see
You don’t deserve abuse and fraud
Respect should not cost you a fee

Last I checked, you don’t lie flat
Outside of someone’s doorway
You have a right to voice your needs
And expect some mental foreplay

Maybe it’s time to consider facts;
until now you had no clue
You don’t need to be anything for anyone
As long as you’re okay with you.

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We often go to war at an early age and we don’t even know it! On the verge of who we wanna be while trying to hold on to who we are. Growing up I never felt as if I was enough especially with society telling you everyday what beauty was or what was trending. That’s kinda hard to focus on when your mother can barely afford the new bike you want with the Barbie streamers. I’ve always looked at things or places and people to validate who I wanted to be. It wasn’t until I actually went through some of the darkest moments of my life that I actually realized who I really am. Going through the traumatic times in my life almost made me develop a sense of protection. “From what??” You may ask? My inner child. She has always saw the world as an oyster, full of endless possibilities, and fun, as I grow through life as an adult I find myself protecting her as much as I can. As I look back to that little girl it was a time for me that I was the most free. I know as adults we have to grow and experience, but the moments when things are tough I always remember those times I doubted myself or second guessed myself or didn’t even believe in myself, that little girl finds me somehow someway and always tells me you got this! YOU ARE ENOUGH!

I apologize for making you hate yourself. For making you feel unworthy. For making you feel lost. For making you believe you were undeserving of love and friendship. For subjecting you to heartbreak and betrayal. For ignoring the signs.

I apologize for all the times I didn’t protect you. For ignoring your gut when it said, Get out of here. For allowing people to use you and throw you away. For never listening when you said, I want to leave. For never acknowledging the things people said and did to keep the peace, while you were the one in fear.

I apologize for not telling you that you were beautiful. For picking you apart in the mirror. For trying to shrink your nose with makeup and make your skin look lighter. For not appreciating your brown eyes, for trying to hide them with contacts. For hating your lips, tucking them when you spoke. For hating your body, forcing you to eat when you weren’t hungry just so you’d look like every other Black girl you saw.

I apologize for making you feel like you had to work for love. Like who you were wasn’t enough. Like your worth was attached to what you did. Like saying no was a flaw. Like you were only as great as what you could give to others.

I apologize for trying to force friendships and relationships on you. For trying to make you fit in. For making you adapt to every environment. For making you transform into whatever version pleased those around you. For making you change your voice. For making you shrink yourself.

I regret to inform you that as you got older, it got worse. I didn’t learn as soon as I should have. I still latched onto people who didn’t deserve your time or your space. I tried to let go of people who showed they didn’t love you. I tried to walk away, but unfortunately, our heart is too big to be unforgiving. I am still learning how not to let it be broken. I even tried to take pills and let you rest once. Please don’t be mad at me. I promise I am trying.

I know in my heart one day we will get there, but until then, I want you to know that I have learned to hold onto you a little tighter. I have accepted that being alone isn’t always a bad thing. There are people who exist who will love you. There are days that are brighter than others. And those dark days, they don’t last that long.

I’ve learned that you are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to have opinions. You are allowed to feel, and you have a right to expression. You are not insignificant. You matter, even on the days it feels like you don’t. Remember that Jesus died for you too. You meant just as much to Him on the cross as everyone else. I know you can’t see it yet, and sometimes I still have a hard time seeing it, but it’s true.

I promise going forward that I will protect you. I will tell you that you are beautiful. I will not make you work for love. I will not force relationships and friendships. I promise I will always love you. I know it’s not something you’re used to hearing, but I do love you. Even if nobody else ever loves you, I do. And I will fight for you forever.

I’m writing this from the front steps of the house on Ann Street, the place where your childhood quietly unraveled before it ever had the chance to begin. To the little girl who just wanted to enjoy life’s simple things, playing with dolls or being a princess wearing a sparkly tutu. You wanted to believe in yourself, to dream big, to take up space. But those were only dreams, soft hopes tucked into a heart too young to understand why they were always pushed aside. Over time, those dreams were replaced with silence, fear, and the instinct to survive. You didn’t just fear being hurt; you feared being ignored, blamed, and forgotten. Speaking up never guaranteed being helped. So, you stopped wishing for childhood and focused on simply making it through the day.

I remember exactly when you started to believe you weren’t enough. While other kids were protected, you were expected to keep everything together. You held the role of protector, caretaker, and emotional shield. You wiped tears you didn’t cause and carried responsibilities no child should have to carry. Not because you wanted to, but because if you didn’t, you were blamed or punished without explanation. You were forced to grow up before you had a chance to be a child.

You didn’t have ribbons in your hair or the luxury of choosing outfits that made you feel special. You wore what you were given, even if it didn’t fit. In sixth grade, you walked the halls in shoes far too big, the soles flapping with each step. You moved slowly, hoping no one would hear. Your glasses made you a target, and your quiet spirit gave others a reason to laugh. You tried to disappear, hoping no one would see your discomfort or struggles.

Sometimes, you misbehaved, not out of spite, but from a need to be seen. You wanted someone, anyone, to ask why. But instead of concern, you were punished, labeled, and misunderstood. You weren’t trying to misbehave. You were trying to matter. You were trying to fill the emptiness that love was supposed to cover. Each time you were scolded, your shame grew. You started to believe you were the problem, not the silence, not the hurt. That belief followed you like a shadow, whispering that you were too broken to be loved. Still, you hoped someone might see past your behavior and into the pain beneath it.

What no one saw was that you were exhausted. Not just tired from being teased but from carrying everyone else. You were snuck away in the night, told to be quiet, told to stay hidden. You cried behind smiles and held your pain in places no one could see. You were tired of shrinking to stay safe. Tired of holding it all together so no one else had to.

You asked, “Why wasn’t I enough to be loved the way I needed?” But the answers stayed buried, just like the moment in sixth grade when someone’s touch took away your words. You didn’t have the language for what happened. Only shame. You learned to keep secrets. You comforted others without ever being comforted. You dried your siblings’ tears while no one wiped yours. You celebrated others while feeling invisible. You gave even when you had nothing left.

And still, you were kind. Still, you loved. You gave your heart in pieces, even when it was ignored. You poured light into others while your own soul ran on empty. You tried to build a sense of normal, even when no one showed you how.

You were told to stand up for yourself, but how could you stand in something never built for you? Your identity wasn’t shaped by love. It was built in survival. At six, you wanted to be a princess. At ten, a nurse. At thirteen, a pediatrician. But life had other plans. You didn’t get to dream long enough before reality interrupted.

Sometimes, you traded homework for friendship, because being noticed mattered more than a grade. You let the disrespect slide because being tolerated felt safer than being alone.

I wish I could sit beside you on these steps and say: you are not what happened to you. I wish someone had told you that your voice mattered. That you were worthy of softness. Of safety. Of love that didn’t hurt.

You were a child trying to grow in soil that didn’t nourish you. And still, you bloomed through cracked concrete. Through heartbreak. You bloomed without permission, without applause, without help. You were always enough, Tyessia. Even when you didn’t feel it. Even when no one told you. You were enough in your silence. Enough in your softness. Enough in your strength. And now, here you are. Still healing. Still rising. Still reaching back to that little girl to say: it wasn’t your fault. You are not broken. You are no longer invisible. I carry you with me. I let you rest. I let you cry. You don’t have to be strong all the time anymore. I’ve got you now. You are healing. You are worthy. You are free.

Dear little girl
Sitting on the bathroom tile
Where’s your smile
I haven’t seen it in awhile
What happened to your spark
Your bodies suppose to be art
You’ve been tearing it apart

Dear little girl
Sitting on the bathroom tile
Oh, look at the hour
Did your juice turn sour
Did your world loose its color
Like a picture left in rainwater
Did you finish your plate
It’s getting kind of late
You’re making a mistake

Dear little girl
Sitting on the bathroom tile
Where’s your smile
It’s been awhile
Cuts upon your thighs
Cries in those brown eyes
As you spit out what’s inside

Dear little girl
Sitting on the bathroom tile
You’re more than your weight
Or the voices full of hate
There’s still light in your world
I know it’s been a rough tour

Dear little me
I remember your cries
Ive carried your pain
But Ive survived
So here’s to keeping hope alive

Hello younger me,

As I set here in my nice home, in my comfy pajamas, with my beautiful family of husband and pets; I think of you, the little girl that I once was. I think of your sadness at never being good enough or strong enough, quiet enough or sill enough, quick enough or thin enough, or anything, anything enough. I think of the nights you cried into your pillow, of how you learned how to sob silently, of how you learned that you couldn’t be found crying because, well, because you would be attacked again and you just couldn’t take one more verbal insult or one more violent outburst tonight. I think of how you learned to hug your pillows, your animals, your stuffed toys or just yourself; because asking for hugs and physical touch too much led to insults and verbal attacks on yourself and your emotional neediness. I think of the bruises, that will never fade, that were put on your soul, your heart and your mind, because you just needed too much that day. I think of the times of asking questions, from that beautiful inquisitive mind, and being shot down verbally, because you were stupid or dumb or just couldn’t get the simplest things in life right. I hear the insults, the hurtful quips, the sayings passed from generations before, that you have hidden in your heart and mind and still beat yourself with today. I wish I could hug you, hold you, encourage you, listen to you and just be there for you; but I can’t, I can’t because I’m still there with you, huddling and afraid, terrified and alone, just a little girl trapped. Stuck, fighting to get out, struggling to survive, dying to be rescued; while living this beautiful, amazing life that you have achieved, but still cannot enjoy.

Dear Mandie,

   I know the pain that you have been carrying around for so long now. I can see the rejection, the abandonment, the lack of self worth and love, and the despair in your eyes. I know that you think that there must be something wrong with you, because no matter how hard you try, it seems that nobody ever loves or accepts you, and you never seem to feel like you fit in anywhere. You spend so much time and energy on being who you think others will like and accept because you just want to feel like you belong somewhere. You have a longing to feel like you are good enough, loved, approved of, and valued that was implanted in you at a very young age and it has caused you a great deal of misery and sadness. I want to share some wisdom with you that can set you free from your despair and open your eyes to a new light.

   I know that from as far back as you can remember you longed for your father to love you unconditionally, to show you attention, and to be proud of you. When your parents divorced, and he moved 14 hrs. away, it put the ultimate feeling of rejection and abandonment deep within your heart. It caused you to feel like you are not good enough, and if your own father doesn’t want you and doesn’t love you enough to stick around, then there is no way that anyone else ever will either. Yet, you are still searching for what you’ve needed from your father for all these years. But baby girl, the truth is your dad can’t give you what you need. He never could.

   You see, hurting people, hurt people. Your dad’s father died when he was only 5yrs old so he did not grow up with the experience of what a father looks like. He did not have a father to teach him how to be a loving dad. His older brothers helped raise him and only taught him how to be tough and to suppress loving feelings. His needs of being loved unconditionally and to be shown affection and care were never met and that caused him. His pain caused him to do the same to you that was done to him. He did not do it on purpose, but it was the only thing that he knew to do. It was not your fault that he didn’t show you the love and attention that you needed, and you definitely deserve it. He simply does not know how to do so. He is repeating the cycle of pain that he endured as a child because he knows no different way of being or doing. Even if you were the perfect child and never did any wrong, your fathers actions, or lack of, would have been the same. But that does not mean that he does not love and accept you. 

   Your worth and value has nothing to do with other people, your parents, family, or friends. It has nothing to do with how smart you are, what you look or dress like, what you have, or what you can do well. You were created with extreme value by God, and that is where your worth lies. Jesus loves you so much that He willingly died a horrible death so that you could be saved and live a better life. He gave you certain gifts, abilities, and talents that make you special. He created each one of us with different qualities, strengths, and weaknesses. Not one person on this earth is perfect, knows it all, has it all, or can do it all. We all have good and not so good parts of us. He created you just like He wanted you and with the qualities that you will need to fulfill His purpose for your life. You matter so much and God wants you to know that He loves you unconditionally and accepts you just as you are. 

    Instead of spending your time and energy on trying to be who you think someone else will like, spend it on learning who God created you to be. What makes your heart sing? What brings you joy? What do you feel fulfilled doing? Once you start to learn who God created you to be you will finally realize that you are enough. You will realize that you do have worth and value because of who He made you to be.Embrace your uniqueness girl. No one can take your place or do what God has anointed you to do. You are loved beyond words and I believe in you!

      Love,

      Future self

So you’re still puttin’ yourself through it aren’t you? Despite all you’ve learned!?! You’ve done the work, you’ve taken the steps, you’ve grown so, so much it’s remarkable! So WHY Must you continue to entertain relationships that contain so much deceit and disrespect? Do you actually think you’re not worth the same respect, compassion, understanding, and forgiveness you give them!?!

You are so relentless at rooting yourself in love. Love for other people and love for yourself. It’s beautiful! By the way, learning to love yourself is your biggest, most bestest accomplishment by far, little lady! You make sure you let people know it’s the key life, mmmk!!

Anyway, just think of all the time and effort that went into healing your “inner child” and doing your “shadow work” and learning mindfulness and keeping an “attitude of gratitude” and meditating and doing “self-care”…ooof! Remember how selfish you felt at first for simply setting aside an hour for yourself? You stuck with it though.

How about the time you googled? “How to forgive someone who isn’t sorry?” You remember that? You didn’t even want to forgive yet, but you knew you had to in order to get those thoughts to stop going round and round in your head. It worked too, didn’t it? It took some time, but eventually, the anger and resentment were gone. Forgiveness!… another key to life! How many keys you got now, anyway?

Guurrrl! The fact that you did all this work on your own using the Internet is a whole other level of fantastic! There’s just a few more pieces to the puzzle. A few more moves on the board, if you will. You know what you have to do and I know it’s hard but enough’s enough.

You feel it every time you’re around any of them. You feel you disrespecting yourself. Keep quiet, keep the peace. Shrink down, maybe they’ll stop singling you out. Tell them what they want to hear, maybe they’ll stop hating you. Explain yourself, maybe they’ll understand you better. Prove yourself, maybe they’ll accept you more.

NO! Not anymore, lady, it’s time! You deserve the same dignity and respect that you give. Especially from those who use the words “I love you”.

Trust me, you’re worth it!

Dear Tori,

I have always seen you.

I remember how badly you were bruised by the people who claimed to love you most-and I want to apologize. Peace was never given freely; you had to bleed for it. And that is not right. I need you to know that many people wear masks and pretend they’re okay when they’re not. You were one of them-and you were so good at it. But behind the mask, there is someone who has always been extraordinary. There are people who are inspired by your loyalty. By your unshakable desire to seek justice. By your constant hunger to create-even when you felt empty. You are one of a kind. You are not your worst experiences. And every single day, even when you feel like you’re breaking, you are growing, not regressing. It’s beautiful to witness your devotion to keep going- to still be kind, even after all the hate you’ve internalized. Your story is not over. And if you hate the chapter you’re in, you can rewrite the narrative. Go to places where you are celebrated, not just tolerated. And if you find none, know that I am your biggest fan. Your values will never lead you astray. Celebrate your wins-even the quiet ones. Forgive yourself for all the ways you twisted and contorted to be accepted.You were just trying to survive. But hear this clearly: You are already acceptable. And when you’re alone, aching for peace, remember this: You can’t hate yourself into self-love. Like any relationship, it takes time. Attention. Care. Play. Joy. And even if you don’t know what that looks like yet-you are worthy enough to try. Your worth has never been tied to your usefulness. It’s been in your being, all along.
With love,
Me

Dear Unsealers,
My name is Elizabeth. Below is a poem/letter I wrote to the version of myself that truly just needed to be seen and for someone to tell her everything will be okay.
This heartbreaking feeling of not being enough was one of the leading factors to my addiction and suicidal ideations. In the midst of it all, there was no hope. But coming out of it, I’ve learned more than there’s room to type in this little box. But 2 key things I want you to think about,
1. You need to face the fire to make it through. Running from it will only dig you deeper.
2. Rock bottom is not where you land, it’s where you stop digging.

I’m here to be that helping hand, that small piece of hope we all need. Love you all!

Now that you’re here…

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Hey there, little one,
I see the tears behind your eyes,
It’s clear something’s wrong,
Your shadows hold no lies.

You’ve been hiding from the noise,
Drowning in the silent ache,
Trading truth for borrowed poise,
Giving more than you can take.

I know you’re tired of the fight,
And all the running from the pain.
But you were never out of sight—
I’ve seen you stand in pouring rain.

You loved with fire, without disguise,
A strength that never sought to show.
You saw the truth behind the lies,
Yet, still gave light when theirs dimmed low.

You bent so others wouldn’t break,
Held space where no one stood.
You learned to give more than you take,
And still believed in doing good.

They didn’t see the weight you bore,
The quiet ways you chose to stay.
But I’ve felt it at your core—
The love you gave, the price you paid.

And now at last, you’ve found your ground,
Not in their gaze, but in your own.
No need to chase what won’t come ‘round,
You’ve built a truth that stands alone.

So lift your chin and breathe in deep,
The world may never understand—
But in your soul, your roots run steep,
You are more than what was planned.

You’re not too much, you’re not too small,
You’re not a wound that must be tough,
You are the quiet strength through all—
And soon you’ll realize, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

E.M.

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