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  • Someone, somewhere, has loved ME all along

    I have spent most of my life trying to learn how to love myself.
    After leaving an abusive relationship in January of 2001 I was a complete mess. I was a single mother of three little ones that needed me to pull through. There you will find your strength. Someone, somewhere, still loves you. Deep into your core. Do not be afraid to be who you are, because YOU are love.
    I started to write poetry.
    One lonely night, after my kids were in bed, I started to reflect. The darkness seemed to slowly fade away, and the following words flowed freely, and opened up my closed heart.
    I felt compelled to share it with The Unsealed family. Here goes my heart.
    Someone, somewhere out there loves you. They love you for who you are, and they love you for your heart. They love you for everything that you stand for, and that you believe in. They do not hurt you, but encourage you to follow your dreams. They will not tear you down, but will wipe away the tears. when you are too weak from crying, they will hold you. When you feel as if your heart is breaking, and you do not think that you can go on, there, you will find your inner strength. Your power, your truth. do not ever be afraid, to be who you truly are. YOU are loved by you.
    You will embrace the changes, the struggles and those pains. Please, dont you ever feel like you need to change to be loved. Love is who you are.
    Your road has been hard. It has been paved with loneliness.
    If being lonely is what it takes to find YOU again, then let it be. Don’t be afraid to travel this world alone. take time to observe all of humanity.
    You have found that we are all different on the outside, but we all bleed the same. Broken people will hurt you often due to their own pains. You will learn to spot them. Careful who you let in. Do not be cold, that is not you are. Expand love within.
    When all is said and done, you will find that you have walked many journeys in solitude. Alone. You have learned that people, are people, they trip up just like you. You have learned that holding onto bitterness, and anger is a huge mistake. It will only hurt you. Knowing that you are unstoppable. You keep moving on. At the end of the road, you will find that someone, somewhere, has been with you through the battles and that they have loved you all along…

    I wrote these words the night that I found myself again. When I realized that all I needed to do was to love myself. It is still an every day battle at times, but I love the woman that I have become. Thank you for reading. I hope that it makes a bit of sense to someone.

    Shelle Belle

    Voting starts April 16, 2024 12:00am

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  • Growing with gratitude

    I’m grateful for my life even when I can’t quite feel my purpose. I somehow just know that is a gift. The colors of the sky and the beauty of nature each morning when I wake.
    I’m grateful for my Grandmother and her loving arms and guidance. For her health and her unconditional love. Her arms and her hugs. Her wisdom and her patience.
    I’m grateful for my grown children, each day my heart swells even more with pride.
    I’m grateful for the hugs, the hikes,and the laughter as well as the memories that we have all shared. I’m grateful for the man that stands by my side who stepped up when the others stepped away. He stayed. He stayed.
    I’m grateful for my pets, for the soft and gentle kisses and nudges of support when I am often too overwhelmed and emotional to see the bright side. They pull me back and ground me. It’s unconditional love at the finest.
    I’m grateful for my GOD next without him, I wouldn’t be here today. I’m grateful for second chances and the lessons that I have learned along the way.
    I’m grateful for the birds and the wild animals as they sing their beautiful songs.
    I’m grateful for the Drs that fix me when I can’t go on.
    I’m grateful for the strangers that become friends and the presence of angels in my time of need.
    I’m grateful for family. Distant and close by. I’m grateful for my beautiful cousin. She is my hero. She saved my heart and gave me peace when I was absolutely dying inside.
    I’m grateful for my kind heart, and for my strength. For being determined to survive.
    I’m grateful for the dreamers. The encouragers and those that gently push.
    I’m grateful for my counselor as she helps me take my control back and gives me the confidence to keep pushing on.
    I’m grateful for the unsealed family who write the tender and vulnerable stories from their hearts.
    I’m grateful for their transparent and beautiful hearts.
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    Shelle

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    Voting ends March 15, 2024 11:59pm

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    • Hi there, Shelle. Aiša here. Thank you so much for sharing and your kind words about the Unsealed community <3

      I myself would like to share how especially fond I am of the following:

      “For her health and her unconditional love. Her arms and her hugs.”

      How beautiful!
      I think of all the women I hold near and dear when I read these line…read more

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    • Aww shelle!! Your unsealed family is grateful for you too. You have such a beautiful heart — just like your grandmother. Reading your piece reminded me of all the beauty in life that I have to be grateful for. This piece so well reflected your heart and your softness. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren

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  • Thank you so much Lauren. It was a deeply personal piece to write. I am sorry glad that you like it. I’m so grateful to be a member and do feel at home and safe to get these pieces out. 💜 Thank you for your prayers.

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  • Emma….
    I can’t tell you just how much I feel your words. I was also “pregnant at 16” you have written this so beautiful, and so full of emotions. You are a amazing. Thank you for sharing your intimate thoughts. From another “pregnant teen” story teller. I voted for you and you are amazing

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  • Thank you so much for your response to my writing Mira. Sometimes I feel like I’m repeating myself with these stories, but just getting everything out of my head and heart has helped so much. It’s nice to meet you and I look forward to reading more of what you have written! I’m so glad you are here. 🙏

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  • Coming Unsealed

    I have dreamed forever about moving forward with my writing career.
    There were many different times in my life that writing got me through the pot holes and broken hearts, but somewhere in between different life lessons started to dim my voice and little by little, I gave up and decided to take a different path. My college major was assigned and I became engulfed in Psychology. After all, the world would always need my expertise and empathy. I had life skills to add to the process and my own obstacles that I was trying to navigate but I knew that I was going to get that degree. I was SO wrong.
    As classes came and went I started to feel like each day was the same thing, same lectures, same people and the homework? Don’t even get me started on the 20 plus page essays that my brain started to struggle to complete. I had always wanted to help others, but my heart was just not in the classes. I started to slowly daze off in class and at the ticking of the large white and black clock on the wall became the most annoying sound. The other students were almost always arguing and debating creating a not so zen environment for my PTSD. I had do to something. I was paying a fortune for these classes, but I didn’t see or feel a future for myself. I ended my college career that semester. I immediately felt like a failure and started to slowly give up on everything. I lost my zest for life and spent most days sleeping while my kids were in school. A visit to my Dr would later show a diagnosis of permanent and untreatable depression from a closed head injury that I had a few years back from domestic violence.
    Tests down the road would also bring about a major life change. I was diagnosed with a TBI.
    I had a permanent bruise on my brain. All I could do was move forward with the physical therapy and counseling. I was shattered when they told me I likely would need to be put into learning disabled assistance if I decided to return to college. After the realization that I was going to need a bit of extra assistance in my classes, I ended my dreams officially of finishing my degree.
    Fast forward to trying to hold down two jobs and deal with an emergency with my three children I had to leave employment. My head was spinning. Thoughts racing and I was always on the go. I carried a notebook in my car and would jot down little clusters of thoughts as they would come to me in moments of quiet reflection. ( That notebook was later lost in a move) Strike 3… You’re out!
    There was an ache in my heart but never a good time to start writing again. The negative thoughts were always there. You can’t write, you couldn’t even make it through college. He was right, you’re stupid and going nowhere with life- You’re writing is not as good as the professional writers out there… We all know that voice. The one that laughs at us and tells us we are not good enough. The echo of anger and of self doubt was ALWAYS there.
    Then, one night, scrolling through my phone I found the ad. I hit the follow button and went on with my every day things. Each night, I would go to that page on Instagram .You guessed it! This one. I clicked through the profile and decided to reach out VIA direct message.
    The first conversation went something like this.
    “Hello, are you a legit person?” I hit the send and anxiously waited a response. It was only a few seconds and Lauren messaged me back. I asked so many questions. My heart wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready. 5.00 was the minimum monthly payment and I made up excuses each time and talked myself out of hitting that join us button.
    Until one evening I was on and received a message. “Have you joined us yet?” It was Lauren I told her no and that we didn’t have the 5.00 but that I was still thinking about it.
    There was absolutely no pressure. I felt so comfortable with the vibes of The Unsealed and a few days later, in the middle of the night suffering through a bout of flashbacks and anxiety I hit that button. I joined for the minimum and I looked around. It was beautiful. Everything was so pure, so raw and so honest.
    At 1:30 am MST I stepped out of my comfort zone and I wrote my first entry. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my chest. I was home. I was safe to write out things that I had held in for years and there were others just like myself. We were a group of people that all survived different life obstacles and traumas and we were all in a way connected. I have never looked back and try to write now whenever I get the chance. Lauren and the Unsealed family have helped me heal and find my voice again. I couldn’t have done it if I had not taken that first tiny step out of my comfort zone and for that, I am so grateful.
    Thank you to all of you, for helping me through this last few months.
    My lips have finally become unsealed.

    Shelle Belle

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    • Hi Shelle,

      Writing was not something I was interested in doing, but I felt your comment about the writing so many papers in college. It was overwhelming and I thought I wasn’t going to get through it. I’m sorry your condition made it where you could not finish your degree. It’s not fair. I remember those papers felt like blocking out our creative…read more

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      • Thank you so much for your response to my writing Mira. Sometimes I feel like I’m repeating myself with these stories, but just getting everything out of my head and heart has helped so much. It’s nice to meet you and I look forward to reading more of what you have written! I’m so glad you are here. 🙏

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    • This is so incredibly sweet. I am so glad you came back to writing, and I am even more happy you chose to be part of The Unsealed. You are a talented writer and an absolutely beautiful soul. Thank you for being part of The Unsealed. You are amazing. <3 Lauren

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  • You have just touched my heart. How very beautiful you put your words together in writing show what an incredible and empowering woman you are! I see such beauty and great power through your work. You are moving mountains. Thank you for sharing your intimate thoughts. 💞

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  • Born to Fly

    Why am I worthy of the utmost respect?
    This can only be answered with a short summary that is very emotional.
    I was an unwanted, and unexpected baby, born to a young mother that didn’t really want to be a mother. I’m told that my mother left me in wet diapers, that burned my sensitive baby skin with urine. I’m told that she left me crying and did not meet my emotional needs. This was proven to be the case.
    I was bounced around and handed over to anyone that would take care of me and to many that didn’t.
    Due to this, I was unable to form bonds, or form healthy connections to others because I didn’t feel safe. That’s the easy and less painful way to put it into words. I never believed that I had a purpose. Until my grandparents decided that enough was enough. I’m told that my grandfather saw something special in me, and that he believed that I could break the family cycle if he were to take custody of me. That my friends was the beginning of the rest of my young life. It wasn’t easy growing up in a very broken environment. I have been in therapy since I was 4. Unfortunately, I had to do some of it with a very detached mother. At that point, one starts to realize that they have to protect themselves. That they have to be strong. Also, that they are worthy of love. It’s not easy at all, in fact, it’s one of the loneliest battles to fight. My best friends became my stuffed animals in my bedroom and each day I would line them up in my room and ask them how we could solve the problems of the day. A bad visit with my mother? Check! I was a bad girl today. Check. I didn’t know which end was up many days because my decisions were made for me in court by a judge. I had to have the visits that would lead me deeper into the spiral of self confusion and insecurities.
    I spent most of my young life trying to gain the approval of my mother. Instead, I became her biggest disappointment which she would almost always let me know. Michelle, why can’t you be more like your sister. You’re such a wimp. Such a cry baby, overly sensitive etc. Her words burned into my heart and I couldn’t quite figure out how I was so different from others. Generational Trauma is real. Also known as generational curses. Breaking that cycle is very hard. I fought for years. I fawned, and I tried to be the image of what my mother wanted me to be. I am now 45 years old, and both my grandfather, and my mother have passed away. I lost my mother in 2019 and we were estranged at the time of her passing. When all of the painful memories start to rest their ugly heads it is my Grandma who encourages me now. She supports me and when I cry to her, I tell her I feel as if I am just floating here on earth, it is her words that keep me going. I no longer float along this life because I know that I was born to fly. We all deserve respect. We are all worthy of love. We are all beautiful hearts and our purpose is to try uplift the broken. To love the unloved. To encourage the hopeless and to help others accept who they are with no judgement.
    That my friends makes me worthy of the utmost respect. The journey that I have fought through the last 45 years.
    *Hopefully this writing makes sense and touches souls.
    Trauma has taught this woman that she deserves nothing more than 100% respect. We all deserve the utmost respect.

    Shelle Belle

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    Voting ends September 1, 2024 12:00pm

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    • Michelle, of all the pieces you’ve written, this is by far my favorite. You told the story so well, and in a way that is so powerful. I am sorry for that your beginning was so difficult, but you have taken all that negativity and hardship and transformed it into a grown woman who has incredible compassion and love for others. I am praying for your…read more

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      • Thank you so much Lauren. It was a deeply personal piece to write. I am sorry glad that you like it. I’m so grateful to be a member and do feel at home and safe to get these pieces out. 💜 Thank you for your prayers.

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  • This story brought tears to my eyes and warmed my heart. For so many different reasons. We never really know our guardian angels. They just seem to pop in our lives and leave their mark on our hearts when desperately needed. You are a strong, smart, amazing and all around wonderful lady. Thank you for sharing your beautiful experience with the family. I voted 💜

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    • Thank you so much Michelle, that means so much to me and you’re right she was definitely a guardian Angel right before me. Thank you so much for your vote ❤️❤️

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  • Shelle Belle

    Dearest Shelle Belle,
    I don’t know why you are so hard on yourself. You’re learning and moving forward making the best of each new day. It’s 1993 and you have entered into the next stages of your life. Your music selection is a wide variety of artists, which speaks volumes of who you are. As you walk down the graffiti tagged streets of Denver you hold your head high even though the environment around you feels unsafe and scary, you keep pushing forward with your dreams. These streets will never break you. You have so much to accomplish. Follow your dreams. Be your own hero. Keep moving forward. They tried to dim your light when they assaulted you, but you pushed through. You never gave in. You never gave up, and for that my friend you grew into the beautiful and amazing you. A young mom at 16, just a baby yourself. You continued to grow. I’m proud of you.
    For motherhood is tough enough even when one is ready. You took it on. Life stops for no one. Each day a new adventure. Smile, but also honor the tears that you shed when you feel lost in your head. There is clarity ahead. You just have to believe.

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    • Loved this!! My favorite line is “these streets will never break you” I felt that with everything in Me. It’s tough being around crime and dangerous areas and filled with self doubt. You’re amazing and I wish uou so very well!!

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    • I just wanted to say I understand growing up in a bad neighborhood and the pressure to not follow into the crime scene. Life felt easier to just follow the crowd then to keep your dreams, but I’m glad you were still able to keep dreaming through it all. I liked how you mentioned ” honor the tears you shed,” it’s one of those things we hate doing…read more

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    • Aww This is so good. A baby at 16 is not easy. You are so strong. You have so many reasons to be proud. I am so grateful you are part of this community. Your teenage self is cheering you on and is proud of you, as am I. <3 Lauren

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    • What an awesome piece I am glad you won.

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    • This is phenomenal; I’m so glad you chose to share it

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    • Shelle, I know I commented already but I am sending you more grace and virtual hugs. Being young while trying to figure out adult and mom life is no easy task. I commend and thank you for being present even on the hardest days you didn’t give up. What’s next? What will you conquer, what would you say to your adult self as a teen? Thank you for sharing! 🙂

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  • Oh. My heart is with you. I to am a survivor. The words of your pain stuck my soul. You are so strong. You are so brave. You are so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your deepest feelings here, in this very safe group. We are all here to help build one another up. To hold one another and to bring back the light for one another. 💜

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  • First of all. Congratulations for graduating College. It’s such an accomplishment. I loved how your words flowed. This letter to you was so full of energy. You are seriously going to go places. You’re already killing it. Keep up the good work. Always believe in yourself and be very proud of yourself. I placed my vote for you. 🤞

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  • Letting go can sometimes be so hard for us. Loving ourselves can be so much harder. You tell it like it is lady! Beauty and the beast. I really enjoyed reading your letter. Your heartfelt words speak to so many. 💜 Thank you. I have voted May good luck and light always be by your side.

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    • Wow, what a beautiful way to begin another day in this journey. Thank you so much for your support and your message. Despite my desire to look internally for validation, I am still a glutton for community. Especially a community that transacts in love, support, encouragement, and critical thinking. Have a blessed journey and I hope our paths meet again.

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  • Trinkets! I love it. I have a believe box. It’s kind of like a trinket box. I hold on to little notes of support and little sentimental items. Your words are so inspiring. I felt that it was okay to be just me. Life has been so crazy recently and sometimes our heads spin like crazy. You really brought so much to light and into perspective for me. Thank you. I voted. May goodness be with you always

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    • You are finding your voice, and honoring whoyou are through all the sifting. That in itself is the power that will drive you forward. That is the love to you that will create that abundance. Keep those trinkets close, and yes, keep being open to newness even in its uncomfortableness. We grow in those zones, and keep being and honest and real as…read more

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  • YES! YES! YES!
    Declare those words of fortune. You are amazing. This letter was beautiful and crafted with such inspiration and power. I am Jazzed! Seriously. Reading your letter makes me feel as if anything is possible as long as we do not give up and believe in ourselves. Sometimes, that’s my toughest struggle. Thank you so much. I voted 💜

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  • Your words touched my soul on a very deep level. TBI survivor from a brain injury connected to D. V. I find your words of strength beyond inspiring as well as so beautiful. I felt as if I was sitting beside you and I wanted to just pay your shoulder and tell you how amazing this letter is. It spoke of so much strength. I am so glad to have read your letter. You have such a gift of words. Thank you for the honor of sharing them with all of us.

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    • It was my pleasure to have been beside you while you read this letter. I can only imagine the depth of your pain, and how you must have endured them. One thing life has taught me is that we are never alone, even in the darkest of times. Someone is always standing nearby—we just have to look around.
      Michelle, today I had the immense pleasure of m…read more

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  • Michelle responded to a letter in topic Mental Health 9 months ago

    💜 Thank you so much for your word of encouragement. I appreciate you taking the time to write a little something to me. It feels a bit less lonely knowing that my words can be safe here.

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  • Michelle shared a letter in the Group logo of ParentingParenting group 9 months ago

    A broken bond? Or a Blessing?

    I loved you before you saw me, before our eyes locked, when we shared a heartbeat. I dreamed of you. I imagined what you would look like when I held you in my arms for the first time. I never realized that I would have to break our bond so that you could thrive.
    You see, I had a monster that followed me. He broke my heart and he broke my bones.
    My spirit was the last to go when he attacked my beautiful dreams of raising you with your brothers and sister. The very thought of the monster finding us, and involving you, drove a sword deep into my chest and pierced my heart. Your innocence had to be protected. I searched my soul and found you a promising Mother and Father.
    I knew they would protect you, that they would teach you to be the best man there ever is/ was. I trusted them to love you, and to honor our precious bond. Things turned out so terribly wrong for me. I’m deeply grateful that everything is amazing for you. Except that my heart broke into a thousand mini pieces the day that I had to say goodbye to you. In the rain, as they wheeled me out of the hospital holding your car seat so close to my heart your beautiful eyes locked onto mine. I felt so ashamed. I loved you so much my beautiful Son. I handed you over to your the wonderful man that was to become your Father. I believe in that moment, I felt my heart snap. You started to cry, and suddenly everything I thought I was doing that was right felt so terribly wrong. I think that it was the breaking of what had been our bond. I never saw you again. They had to move far away, and they told me that they would let me be a part of your life, but you still do not know me. I only receive pictures of you on Christmas, and sometimes your birthday. I never quite understood how a heart could be broken by a situation, yet coming to a realization of the situation being a blessing in disguise would make it whole again.
    That will make no sense at all to many, all that matters is that I know what I am saying. It’s not an “adoption” they are your guardians, yet they are your Mother, and Father to me. However; You are still my Son too. I don’t want to confuse you so I stay far away. I open your pictures when I receive them, and I pray. I hope that one day, you will understand that they needed you, and WE needed them. I am kind of your mother, I love you more that you will ever know. I just hope our bond is strong enough that you will not be harmed by my decision to give you the world while mine was quaking and crumbling with fear and unstableness. They gave you everything that I could not. I love you…

    M.

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    • Michelle, this letter to your son really touched me. I am so overwhelmed by your vulnerability and courage. The sacrifices we make for our children can be the most difficult. I too understand what it is to make the toughest decision of your life due to being in a toxic relationship. I pray that one day you will have the opportunity to meet your…read more

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      • Michelle this is so beautifully crafted. Thank you for sharing this with others. The dichotomy of a broken bond or blessing is one that others can relate to you have been in your shoes. The lengths some parents will go for their children to keep them safe is unimaginable, yet very real. I hope one day your son is able to read this and understand…read more

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    • Hello M,
      You made a great sacrifice to give your son happiness. I am sure he appreciates what you did for him. I am sure he is a wonderful young man.

      Shelley

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  • I am beyond grateful to have found The Unsealed. It has given me a safe outlet for my deepest emotions. You are so inspiring. I can’t wait to continue this journey 😊

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  • 🥹 Woah. How I can relate. Your words describe such a beautiful interaction. They bring a silent heartwarming acknowledgement among all young mothers just trying to raise their beautiful babies the best way that they know how. Thank you for this letter ❤️

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