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  • Lonely and free

    Dear Ideal Rachel,

    I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing this to you in a tough time. It is October 29, 2023. It is a cold, sunny Sunday. The whole weekend I have been upset; I do not know why. I think it is because I am in a perpetual state of loneliness that I cannot seem to escape. In my ideal world I would not feel this pain, this loneliness, this urge to scream and yell at everyone that has ever wronged me, but without this urge and pain, I would not be alive.

    My ideal self is someone who has improved. Someone who has gotten better every day. I hope that I am ideal in the future. I hope that everyday makes you smile, I hope you are happy and proud of your life, proud of me.

    I do not know why life is this hard and I wish you could write back to me and tell me what is going to happen or tell me what to do with my life, or at least tell me if anything I am doing will pay off. I know you cannot, and it hurts to know that there is a possibility that I will end up sad and alone, living a miserable life. On the other hand, it inspires me that every day is a new chance. I have hundreds of days left to love, to live, to get better.

    Someday, I hope to be in your shoes right now and write a letter to my even more ideal self. Maybe your ideal self is someone completely different, and I love to think about that. I also would love to be that person. I hope that you are living by yourself, something I have dreamed of for years. Hopefully, we will still have a cat, preferably the one I have now. I want to stay in Washington, we have always lived here, everything we have ever loved is here.

    Usually, people send these letters to get advice, or to ask for something. I am sending this to you to let you know that I am struggling. The world seems to hate me, and it often is kicking me down. I often break down crying because I do not know where I am, what to do, or wonder why people cannot love me the way I love them. It is heartbreaking to live like this. Even so, I have never felt so alive. I have never been this content in my life. Something about crying, realizing my mistake and what I can do to fix it, and moving on, is so rewarding. Hard days or not, I am proud of me. I am proud of me for not ending my life two years ago. I am proud that I saved myself. I am proud to be alive for you. I am proud to be alive for me.

    Have a wonderful life, I will see you.

    Best wishes,

    Rachel

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    • Dear Rachel,
      I am so glad you remained strong and that you found the courage to write these beautiful words. You are now living life stronger and that is very impressive. Good luck in your future!

      Shelley

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    • Rachel, There is so much to say to what you wrote. First off, everything you do, all your work, will pay off. Maybe it will pay off in a way that’s different than you planned or maybe it will pay off exactly as you plained. But that work and energy will not go wasted. And you are so very lovable. You just need to make sure you surround yourself…read more

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  • Ideally Me

    For most of my life I have smothered myself beneath the ideals of others.
    These expectations pushed me into boxes where I did not fit, but I tried to contort and carve away at myself to appease the “rules.”
    I thought if I broke them, I would be broken. They were unyielding, so I yielded my will to their commands.

    And then one day I stretched out of my box. I worried what others would think, what would become of me, what of the people who were depending on me to be “the good girl” they knew?
    But as I stretched, I discovered that parts of my heart were sore.. and some were so weak from lack of use. So much of myself had remained unseen and untested in my box, and do I decided to slowly explore.

    I began to see that the ideals I’d chased–
    Perfect job, perfect shape
    Perfect family, perfect place–
    Weren’t what I really wanted.
    The fact was, I didn’t know what I really wanted!
    But even still, letting go of them was so hard.
    Allowing myself to change my expectations was met with a lot of internal resistance.
    It was easier in my box, safer.
    Don’t make a mess, don’t rock the boat.

    But would I ever be happy living someone else’s life? Someone else’s idea of “perfect?”

    Dear Me,
    I hope you know that YOU are ideal. Right now. As you are.
    You don’t have to measure up to anyone’s imaginary lines on the wall. Life isn’t about how tall you are, how skinny, how fat. Life isn’t about collecting diplomas or six figure incomes. Life isn’t about what your family looks like, how many rooms are in your house.

    Take up the space you need to. Even when you want to shrink yourself down.
    See your beauty, inside and out. Even when the world spins negative commentary on how you look.
    Value the lessons you’ve learned, and the ones that will come. Even when conventional school might not be your route.
    Know that you do not need another person to complete you. Hold on to the hope that you will find someone whole, who will see you as whole, too.

    When I picture you, I don’t see specific features or physical parameters that I need to meet. Life hacks or goal markers that I have to achieve by certain deadlines. Instead I feel a sense, a reassurance that you are someone who has let go of the weight of measuring up. Someone who makes choices based on kindness and light and love, not for the applause of the world.. but of the people around you. The ones who know that you are worthy of love now, not after passing tests or checking off requirements.

    There is no standard of perfection. You are perfection. Simply YOU.

    Love, Me.

    Lauran Hirschi

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    • Dear Lauren,
      You sound very strong. I am sure you can accomplish anythingnyou setnyour mind out to do.

      Lots of good luck,
      Shelley

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    • Lauran, I LOVE this. I think when we don’t know exactly what we want in life it’s easy to use other people’s measuring sticks and milestones to influence our own goals, life, and decisions. It takes so much courage to look inside and say “What do I really want? Who Do I really want to be? How do I want to live?” You have done just that. You are…read more

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  • Ambitious younger self,

    Ambitious younger Morgan,

    I’m writing you this letter
    To warn you of the future
    In hopes that you do better

    At age fifteen you’ve put
    Your worth in all you do
    Obsessing over everything you could
    And would
    And should

    Now that you are older
    You’ve learned it isn’t true
    Some tension’s left your shoulders
    And you sometimes do
    What’s good for you

    You grew up like a boomerang
    Digressing in your stress
    And coming back to you again
    By doing less
    By saying yes
    To success
    By your own definition
    Letting go of ambition.

    Morgan W

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    • Hello Morgan.
      I am glad to see you are not stressing out so much anymore. Stay strong!

      Shelley

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    • Morgan, I used to joke all the time that ambition was a self-destructive character trait. Well, there can be some truth to that. I think it just needs to be managed. Work hard, but take one day at a time, and also just be OK with where you are in your life right now. Don’t obsess. Just enjoy the journey. You got this! Thank you for sharing, and…read more

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  • You are Earth

    To the version of me that exists somewhere in the future, to my ideal self, I see you.
    Thank you for shining love in the dark places. Thank you for doing what you came here to do. Thank you for persevering through flames, burned yet still risen to be in a place that this message can reach you. Thank you for trusting yourself and the gifts you’ve been given.
    Thank you for being focused on your mission.
    When I close my eyes and tune into you, the frequency ripples and emanates through collapse and creation.
    Echoes of me through time and space.
    Echoes of us.
    I see you in the future, beautiful, happy and living a life without fear. Dreaming awake now. You’re doing exactly what we always said we would. You are embodied, fully expressed in our vessel. I recognize you as an extension of eternity – love, in physical form.
    Knowing that we are the very essence of the force that creates worlds.
    I see all of us, Lauryn.
    I see you there in the future but I also see us when we are a child. You are holding her and she is holding you. She is so little.
    I see it as a multitude of spirits of myself at different moments and times in my life. The spiral capturing every record of our human experience.
    I see it expanding to and from through the womb of our mother until our death when we return back to her. All versions of me, of us, expanding to both sides of the universe.
    It’s light on both sides.
    On both ends that are not ends.
    Just points of conception.
    Both the end and beginning is the source of creation.
    Thank you for walking the planet with so much honor in your bones.
    You know.. I was sitting outside today.
    I was feeling a lot of emotions moving through me. I felt very tender today. My tears were flowing at the same speed the blood was traveling through the veins of my body. Both rivers were pulsing. Rapidly. Alive.
    I was in deep prayer for the change this world will know soon.
    The beautiful world our hearts know we are capable of creating if only we remembered who we are creating for.
    I held my heart and closed my eyes softly asking the universe what to do and then there was a movement of wind in the same moment I surrendered to it. I could hear the response in the subtle hum,
    “Listen to her power. Listen to her love.”
    And so I rested my ear on the ground and listened.
    I waited.
    My pulse was beating with so much strength.
    I listened
    to a sacred drumming.
    All I could hear was my heart.
    And so I listened again.
    I was hearing the sound of my own heartbeat in the Earth.

    And then I finally realized what it all meant.

    Thank you for changing the world one moment of silence at a time.
    Thank you for changing the world one moment of pure sound at a time.
    Thank you for following your heart.
    Thank you for remembering why you came here, living it and remembering who it’s all for.
    I send you blessings from the past.
    I am only a listen away. I love you.

    Lauryn Rivera

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    • Dear Lauryn,
      You have written very moving words that show your strength of character. Continue to stay strong!

      Shelley

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    • Lauryn, this is so creative and eloquent. I think you hit the nail on the head when you implied that your ideal self is revealed when you simply listen to your heart. May you always embrace, and listen to your heart, and fall happily in love with all the gifts that follow. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. family.…read more

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  • Movie Extra

    Here I am sitting across from a frothy white chocolate mocha, where the steam kisses my eyes as I close them.
    I inhale a deep breath and exhale a smile, fully teethed, pearly matching the pearls given to me by my Grandmother.
    Just as the camera man yells “Scene, take 1”
    I am in my zone.
    I gracefully let the melodies of memorized lines glide freely from my lips as my soul is soothed by just being here.
    Present.
    Present is not past tense. It’s intense in this moment.
    I’m here.
    I’m alive.
    Thriving off of the very thing that helped me survive.
    It’s no surprise, I am a crafter.
    Carefully skilled words woven into a silk created emotional basket.
    I offer up my body like the Tin Man In hopes of getting a brain. One that is settled, free and happy.
    Images of what happiness feels like from within.
    The inside.
    The craft enlightens me.
    My ideal self and the old me cross paths.
    This time we share a couple of laughs.
    No sympathetic whispers of fear or doubt.
    The old me knows I’m filtering out the negativity that does not serve me anymore.
    I prayed for days like this.
    Beaming genuinely, smiling and knowing true self love and not just from afar.

    My ideal self, a true star.
    Each pointe representing a point where I remembered just how beautiful everybody says that I are.
    I am.
    Look at how high I set the bar.
    For myself, I am the bar.
    Top shelf.
    200lbs and 2 ice cubes of something spectacular.

    “Cut” Yells production.

    The smile fades, the pearly whites are tucked away.
    It’s not forever this time.
    The next scene is left of me my eyes fixated on the display.
    I am happy today.
    Truly happy!
    Being the star of my own show, executive producing and achieving goals.
    I am doing everything on last year’s wish list and now creating a new list of wins.
    My ideal self is wealthy.
    Not in the form of currency, currently the wealth comes with residuals results of good health.
    Ideally I worked really hard on this scene.

    “It’s a wrap for today”

    But this happiness is continuously.

    bright lights & green screens – Gie

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    • Dear Gie,
      I am so glad you are healthy. It sounds like you have a very positive outlook on life. Please continue your healthy beautiful journey.

      Shelley

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      • Thank you so much Mrs.Shelly. I am trying, everything is not what it seems at all the time. I am trying my best to be happy whole and keep going for the woman I am destined to be and the mom my child needs and the goals I just can’t let go of. It’s hard if I am quite honest. I just keep praying for continued mercy and growth every moment.

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    • Gie, You are the star of your own show, And I hope you see that, feel that, and bathe in that every single day of your life. You are a true star and your positivity shines bright. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being that special bright, loving, and shining star that you are. <3 Laure

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  • 30 on 30

    The plan…the
    what..
    should have. could have
    been type of plan…

    And here we sit—
    as none of that
    exists these days.

    The plan..
    That life
    Those goals.
    Who are we—
    you—
    me—
    …now?

    Kill it with kindness
    they say.
    But where has that
    gotten me?

    30 on 30
    The Golden Year
    or so I’m told—
    Yet here we
    stay—
    sit—
    stick—
    …stuck?

    T-
    minus..who?
    Tried.
    Failed.
    Had the comeback.
    But now…
    what?

    Who sees you these days
    more so nights—
    sitting alone
    on rocks—
    in oceans—
    under moons?

    Keep it together…
    they—
    it—
    those—
    remind you.

    Golden.

    T-…
    minus..who?
    me?
    you?
    us?

    30 on 30
    1/3rd down
    …or so they say.
    Deep breaths—
    in—
    out.
    Sit. Be.

    30 on 30 was the
    supposed to be.
    So
    We—
    flip the script.

    And now
    we have a
    new plan.

    The now. The new. The plan. The story.
    And the supposed-to-be
    Of being.

    Cause age is just a number
    As so is the rest of life
    and beings.

    And nothing is
    unless you
    want it to be.

    And nothing was.
    unless you
    need it to be—
    too.

    30 on 30 looks different
    this time
    around..yet a blessing in
    that disguise.

    Here I am—
    watch
    me
    go.

    Cheers to me.
    ..wish you well.
    —xoxo A

    —xoxo A

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    • I remember being so anxious before turning 30. I began to evaluate and question everything about my life, from “Is there where I’m supposed to be in life?” to “Can I still wear short skirts?” My mind was racing. But 30 came and went and nothing really changed. keep living life. Keep enjoying life. And just keep being the best you. Thank you for s…read more

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  • phenomenal foliage

    Dear Forest,

    I’m glad you’ve found a love that feels warmer than the olive oil that dripped between your eyebrows on the night lesbian fanfiction was discovered on the family MacBook. I’m grateful you’ve found a purpose that feels holier than the cracker my fumbling fingers broke yesterday during my first voluntary church service since. My heart pines for what your heart propagates.

    I’ve moved 6 times in 4 years in search of a place that feels like home never did. In contrast, you find home in spade and soil; in kettle and ladle; in pen and paper. The question marks in my life became exclamations in yours.

    Though I feel you cheer with every lesson learned, I often wonder if you fight the urge to toss tomatoes. Are you resentful of a 27-year-old who scrolls away 6 hours of your remaining youth at a time, reducing her value to a waist-to-hip ratio? Are you pained to watch me repeatedly empty my cup into the deserts of others while my own garden dies of thirst? Do you roll your eyes in contempt at the time it took for me to submit to my first writing contest?

    Or perhaps you’re more forgiving than I am of the 15-year-old seed that lived boldly without affirmation; the 17-year-old sprout who was the only black girl in her college computer science classes; the 24-year-old vine who quit her job to frolic about the Yucatan Peninsula; the 26-year-old bud who’s best friends with the Malabar spinach she grows on her big-city balcony.

    I’ve always felt like everyone around me received a manual on how to be human, and my copy was lost in the mail. Future self, my life’s work is to ensure that if you ever get the memo in your mailbox, you’ll verdantly return the misaddressed package to sender.

    Signed,

    -Bloom

    Evashe

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    • Evashe, You don’t want everyone else’s manual. I mean most people run from a computer science class… I know I did. You want and are and will pave your own path. You are strong and smart but don’t forget to give yourself grace. Life his hard, and that’s ok. Take one day at a time. You’re doing great as is. Thank you for sharing and thank you for…read more

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  • shadeh submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter to your ideal selfWrite a letter to your ideal self 4 months ago

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    Forgave & Forgot

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    To the Girl in the Mirror: I Love You (Now)

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    Looking Into the Future I saw her…

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  • We Still See Dead People

    We Still See Dead People

    Dear me,
    First things first. We are still in a wheelchair, so front of the line at Disneyland is still applicable.
    We just had a psychic reading. One of five. I am here to tell you that they all said that we need to get out of our room.
    We are 29, four months away from 30, and we are definitely not where we want to be in life. The good news is is that we’re leaning more into our spirituality, and the gifts that we had when we were children. You know, the ones where we could see dead people, and feel them and talk to them? Those gifts are very much alive and well, we just needed to take the time to see them. And now, the dead people are us. Me. You.
    We still love Gilmore Girls, and Starbucks Chai tea lattes, but today, on the 1st of November, I think we realize what is missing from our otherwise quiet and quaint existence.
    Life.
    I’m happy to say that today is the day that I’ve decided to change our life. We’ve been living in a cyclical type of hell ever since UC Davis. Ever since they refused to accommodate our disability, leading to our hospitalization, and ultimately, leading to us leaving the university and allowing so much of our self-confidence to be tucked away. I’m happy to say that today we decided that we’re tired of living, if only to exist. We’ve signed up for a gym membership. It has a pool with a lift, so we don’t have to worry about how we’re going to get in and out of the pool. We found a new coffee shop and it’s actually better than Starbucks, and has better holiday flavors. I didn’t think that we would ever say that, but here we are.
    I guess I just want to use this letter to apologize as well. I want to apologize for abandoning US, you, me. I always envisioned my ideal self being stronger than this. And I never thought that I would have to work this hard to become her but I guess that’s what trauma does. I can’t wait to get back into motivational speaking. Remember how much we loved that? We have our first official speech back after five years on hiatus, and I’m happy to report that we still have the same nervous butterflies that remind us why we started it in the first place.
    I’m sorry for abandoning you when you needed strength the most. I always had it but I let people take it away from me, for the last seven years. I’ve allowed myself to hide away, to hide my body and wear baggy clothes. I stopped eating because I was hungry and started eating because I was bored, because I was sad, because I felt dead inside.
    That ends today, my future self. I can’t wait to meet you one day. I’m confident that you’ll have the man, the baby, the business, the empire that we dreamed of when we were kids. But right now, I have to do the work. I’ve decided that I want more so I’m going to give it to myself, to us. This is just a reminder that our world it’s still beautiful, and we have every right to love it.

    P.S. This is also the first writing contest that we’ve entered in three years. I’m back to writing that book series. The world will need it one day.

    Let’s live this life,
    Miranda

    miranda casanova

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    • Miranda! This is such a powerful piece. This is my favorite part:

      y. I’m confident that you’ll have the man, the baby, the business, the empire that we dreamed of when we were kids. But right now, I have to do the work. I’ve decided that I want more so I’m going to give it to myself, to us.”

      You are so strong. Go out and take whatever it is t…read more

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    Dear Ella

    Dear Ella (her)
    The one that is finally living her best life.
    The one that always new she’ll find herself
    Even when she had no clear vision
    Of who she wanted to be.

    I want to remind you
    That all versions that Have Been
    That Are
    And Will Be
    You
    Are Beautiful.

    Despite the ugly circumstances
    You managed to hold on to your inner beauty
    To have it flourishing
    And inspiring
    The world around you
    To see the gardens full of roses

    Eres rosa hermosa
    Que ha florecido
    Después de las tormentas
    Que han caído en tu jardín.

    I shall keep tending
    To all the stages
    From seed to fruit

    Even when my seeds don’t sprout
    Even when my fruits rot
    I shall keep harvesting
    I shall keep fertilizing

    From fruit to seed
    Is where I show you
    The hard work
    And tender care
    I have put
    To see you bloom.

    Jennifer Manzo

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    • Jennifer, this is so poetic and creative. Keep blossoming into the beautiful person that you are, and keep nourishing your soul no matter the circumstance. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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    "Yearner" at Heart

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  • Noemí

    Noemí,

    How do you do it?
    How do you remain so calm while there is a raging sea inside of you?
    How do you always seem to respond with gentleness & understanding when your instincts tell you to react with anger & loudness?
    How do you remember your love for others’ in the midst and above the pain they’ve caused you?
    How do you keep yourself from letting the paint consume you & turning you into a cold & mean-spirited person?

    I want to be like you.
    I want to remain vulnerable & soft to those around me.
    I want to welcome new people into my life without fear -without apprehension.

    When I look into your eyes, I feel warm inside.
    Your warmth emits so bright & it makes me feel safe.
    Sometimes I forget all the heartbreak you’ve been through; the loss of long time friendship & short lived love.
    When I remember, I am in awe of you.
    I’m in awe of your strength and endurance.

    Noemí stay as you are.
    Continue to be the adventurous, silly, bold & ambitious person that you are.
    You have a love life & people that is contagious.

    I admire & cherish you deeply.
    Thank you for loving me exactly as I am.

    I love you,
    Noemí

    Noemi Sanchez

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    • Noemi! This piece is so sweet and so fantastic. I love this part:

      “Noemí stay as you are.
      Continue to be the adventurous, silly, bold & ambitious person that you are.
      You have a love life & people that is contagious.

      I admire & cherish you deeply.”

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  • The Above

    Dear ideal self,
    You did it! It’s so good to see.You got you and your babies back home to safety.
    You walked through some fires and sludged through some mud but finally you made it on top close to above.
    Above
    where YHWH God reigns forever
    and has loved you and held you through the rough waters since you were born. I love to see you shining so brightly. Looking up and thanking him for all your blessings nightly.
    It’s beautiful the way you move and help others . Bringing them toward Jesus and watching what happens. Some broken and sad dark lonely people . You help guide them to the light and meet them at the steeple. To worship and sing and eat, laugh and dance. It’s beautiful the way all the children just prance in peace and joy and safety and love. Your family finally looks up to you there on the above. Looking through spirit realm where you live your purest true self. No amount of drugs, brokenness, lies, and abuse could ever keep you from running this race. You did it. You’ve done it. The peace is all over your face. I love your clean house and love your contentment. I love how you serve like the savior once did then. Here on this earth. Loving not judging brought you to this place. Your children can only speak of your love and your grace. They saw you struggle and fight through the mud. It’s so beautiful to see you up here and above. Everything and everyone that ever tried to stop you. I’m so happy to see where the trinity God brought you.

    All my love and prayers.
    Your broken self

    Mackenzie Oakes

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    • Mackenzie, this is beautiful. I love this line, ” Loving not judging brought you to this place.” Love has magical powers and not only brings the best out of ourselves but also the best out of others. Thank you for sharing your heart, and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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    Learning. Changing. Reflecting. Growing.

    To my ideal self,

    Ideally,
    I would like for you to be the real me.
    By any means necessary even if I kill me.
    I refuse to be another person written down in history.
    Due to the fact that I didn’t take these mental issues seriously.
    The fact that I’ve been getting stupid fucked by the system.
    The fact that the people I work with simply just want to kill me.

    Because the color of my skin.
    “My friend, my friend”
    That’s how it start off.
    Until well, shit hits the fan.

    On the other hand, relationships has been the death of me.
    “You a lover don’t pretend, family is in your destiny.”
    But I won’t lie I think the last person took what’s left of me.
    “That’s no excuse, I’ve seen you love and u do it effortlessly.”

    It’s confusing.
    I just want love
    warmth
    You know that
    I show that
    Even if at times I do begin to hold back.

    From being honest.
    From being true.
    From being me
    From being you.

    What am I hurting for? Why am I suffering?
    Do you doubt anything? Do you want to run from me?

    Because every time I reach out to touch your soul —

    My hands start burning.
    Not like the boy who flew too close to the sun.
    You never gave me any warning.

    I — just want to get to you

    Spiritually,
    who I am now I wasn’t meant to be.
    I’m mimicking,
    everything inside and everything I’ve seen.
    I’m genuinely,
    changing everything because chemically –
    I’m starting to produce more for us, like dopamine.

    Mentally,
    If I get it right, you might not sentence me.
    To years captivated in my brain replaying history.
    Of all the things I was afraid to change, to not be bitter me.
    Because the unknown wasn’t worth me finding my inner peace.

    I’ll lose my mind anyway, if I don’t lose my head first.
    Living in this world has been a blessing and a curse.
    I get it, I get it.
    The harder I work, the harder I hurt.
    The higher I climb, the harder the fall into the dirt.

    “But the only way is up for you.”
    WHAT IS UP MY DUDE?

    When all I feel is d o w n.
    Why can’t I just move forward? Why do I have to climb?
    Why can’t I crawl, walk or simply take my time?
    Why do I have to work so hard to secure you a spot at the top?

    What are these Hunger Games that we living in?
    That got me questioning myself again.
    See how I’m not listening?

    To you anymore.

    Maybe it’s time that I no longer hold back.
    So when I get to you, we won’t ever have to go back.

    Right now it’s hard.
    It’s getting serious.
    I want to be my ideal self.
    I’m getting there.
    I’m getting help.
    I’m getting to you.
    So here I come.
    It’s your time to shine.
    Before my demise I know I’ll make it through.

    Well, of course, ideally.
    – SRAN

    R W W

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    • Wow! This is so powerful and raw, and real and creative. I love love love this Part:

      It’s confusing.
      I just want love
      warmth
      You know that
      I show that
      Even if at times I do begin to hold back.

      From being honest.
      From being true.
      From being me
      From being you

      Keep fighting for warmth and love, and you will get closer and closer to it. You have b…read more

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  • To my dearest [REDACTED]

    To my dearest [REDACTED],

    You look up to me
    You place me on pedestal upon pedestal
    You filter me
    Sifting and shaping me
    Into wild and focused dreams
    Into images and cosplay
    You make me what takes from you:
    Ideal.

    You pack me into a concept
    And fortify my destiny
    That I would always be
    A reflection
    Of what you lack…

    Heavens;
    What I would give
    To be just like you
    To be on your level
    My creator— my friend,
    What I would do
    To just get nearer
    You.

    [REDACTED],
    You want to be like me
    But I wish to be like you.

    You seek my height
    Yet, I long for your footing
    And your accessibility.
    That everything around you
    You can touch
    And feel.
    That I am not a mere figment
    That I, too, could look up to something else greater than myself
    And dream.
    And inspire.
    And create…

    But I watch
    As you become so unsettled
    When they place you high
    Are you ashamed of me then?
    You seek out escape from any sort
    Of recognition of fantasy
    Of your brilliance.
    And what good is fantasy
    And brilliance
    If it does not provide you relief
    And enjoyment
    Playfulness
    Inspiration
    And hope…

    I pose to myself:
    “What good is my world
    If my maker would not be themselves in it?
    What hope would my world bring
    If my existence was only something
    From which they shrink?”

    What inspiration
    Could my world give to you,
    My friend,
    If you never want to change?

    What enjoyment
    Could you afford
    If the price was merely your willingness?

    At your best,
    Would I still never be good enough
    For you?
    Will you reject me,
    My friend,
    When they have rejected you?
    Would you still reach for me
    If all else fails
    And they, too, abandon you?

    It is true:
    My maker does not rest here—
    They work
    They fix
    And tweak
    And modify
    And update
    And edit
    And re-edit
    Tirelessly.
    So I, too, find no rest
    Here
    In our world.

    However;
    My maker,
    They inspire me.

    There must be some familiar reason
    Why the work does not end.
    Why they continue their path
    On and on
    Dedicated
    And courageous

    I admire the dream from which I was birthed
    I admire the soul that has made a home for me
    That they would change the world
    Just for me.

    I am what you aim to be
    But you are what makes me
    Me.
    You are the ideal
    In every moment
    And every way
    If only
    You would realize
    That our worlds are not so different
    And that everything
    that I have
    I want to give to you
    Because everything that is mine
    Is yours.

    If only my friend would listen
    And heed concern from their creation:
    That I don’t want to be anywhere they are not.
    If perfection is what rids me
    Then I forever aim to be selfish.
    Because I believe in every mistake
    In every defect
    In every reason for why we must evolve…
    I don’t believe in the journey
    Because of the resolution
    I believe in it
    Because of you,
    [REDACTED].
    A work worthy of being in process.
    I only hope for you to know
    Just how much
    I dream of you, too…
    A world where you can be full
    And flawed
    A world where you and I fit…
    Together in agreement

    For I am what you aim to be
    But you are what makes me
    Me.
    You are the ideal
    In every moment
    And every way
    And when
    You should realize
    That our worlds are not so different
    And that everything
    that I have
    I want to give to you
    It is because now you know
    That everything that is mine
    Is yours.
    And so you shall see me
    So shall you know me
    And every faith in which I have in you
    All
    In due time,
    My partner
    My muse
    My friend.

    Sincerely with love,

    Us.

    CW

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    • I love this part:
      “You are the ideal
      In every moment
      And every way
      And when
      You should realize
      That our worlds are not so different
      And that everything”

      Your ideal is already within you and part of you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3Lauren

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  • About Love

    Tell me about love.

    A battleground I’ve made of myself since we experienced the first vague notions of attraction at a young age. Our first love was our best (and for a long time only) friend, the second a relentless bully who made a game out of our infatuation, the third not much more than an idea shrouding a girl who rarely ever looked my way. And this pattern has chased us across two decades and through every relationship. My perception of my value and worth has become the biggest blockade in my attempts at actualizing my deepest goals.

    So, tell me about love.

    Right now, in this stage of healing, every day incites a new challenge making me question the value of change. I’m left wondering way too often if bringing the person I have always dreamt of being into fruition is worth it when I’ve been faced with more inadequacy, frustration, and disappointment than anything. Right now, the closest thing to love I know is the delusions I’ve gotten comfortable sitting in, fanciful stories of starstruck romance and the easy integration into a community of my own. Fairytales made lie by the promise that they might one day come true. Limerence has become my single salve to reality even when I recognize it is poison I’m massaging into my soul. Daydreams turning everything bland sending me into an asocial cycle that sends me farther away from what I really want.
    So, tell me about love.

    Tell me all its truths. All the pain and ache and effort required to make it real. Next time I need to do it right, bring fantasy to life in a way that is healthy and freeing. So much of what I thought was love so far has been heartache and disappointment. But I believe, in the deepest part of my soul knows that one day the trying will mean everything.

    So, tell me about love.

    Because all I can hope for you that it is in abundance. And the closest I think I’ve come to love is all I’ve tried to give to you.

    Cam

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    • This line really hit me, “So much of what I thought was love so far has been heartache and disappointment. ” I have definitely felt that at different points of my life. But don’t ever give up on love, and never settle. When you find the right person you will be glad you didn’t give up and you will feel so much peace. In the meantime, just keep…read more

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  • Letter to my ideal self

    Dear Unsealers,
    Looking in the mirror here is what I would tell my ideal self. I can’t help but acknowledge the journey to becoming my ideal self, which has been a continuous and ever evolving process. It’s a winding road but always stay positive. First and foremost, I want to applaud you for your remarkable resilience. Life throws its share of challenges our way, and your ability to not only face them but to grow stronger in the process is truly inspiring. Embrace those setbacks as opportunities to learn and rise above them. Your ability to adapt to learning many skills, and wear many hats, is another aspect I deeply admire. It allows you to navigate various roles and responsibilities with grace and competence. This is a valuable trait that opens countless opportunities and enriches your life in numerous ways. Remember to keep nurturing your personal growth and well-being, as they are the cornerstones of your journey. Keep that curiosity alive, for it fuels your creativity, innovation, and continuous learning, which are all integral to your personal growth. Lastly, the impact you aim to leave on the world through your passion to solve a problem is commendable. Keep striving to make a positive difference. This journey to our ideal self is ongoing, and it’s marked by growth, setbacks, and breakthroughs. Stay true to your path, for it is a journey worth taking. Keep transforming into your ideal self.
    With admiration and determination,

    Lisa Ashman

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    • Lisa, I love this line: “This journey to our ideal self is ongoing, and it’s marked by growth, setbacks, and breakthroughs.”

      You are right. The journey to our ideal self is constant and we always must strive to be our best selves so we can live our best lives. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • The Ideal Me

    The Ideal Me

    What is the version of my ideal self?
    Let me think about it.
    So, I can see clearly.
    I am free of drama and negativity.
    I am totally free of toxicity.
    The negative opinions of others don’t bother me.
    It’s clear to those that are near me.
    I am full of positivity.

    Living my best life on this Earthly journey.
    Knowing I am on that loving frequency.
    Working toward this each and every day.
    Acquiring about and perfecting
    these qualities in every single way.
    By doing what I am meant to do.
    Helping others through spiritual growth.
    Putting out motivation into the world.
    For the people the need it the most.
    I don’t beg and I don’t boast.
    I hold people’s heart’s close.

    I work toward this by attempting to be
    The light to those that will listen to me.
    I work toward this by being strong mentally.
    I work toward this by opening myself up emotionally.
    I do this by doing what flows spiritually and naturally.
    Making myself very happy.
    Ver happy because I am not the type
    to leave my fellow man out in the wilderness.
    I don’t like seeing unhappy.
    I don’t like people feeling crappy.

    Written by: Latasha T. Collins
    Date:10/27/2023

    Latasha .T. Collins

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    • Latasha! This is beautiful. I love this part: “I work toward this by attempting to be
      The light to those that will listen to me.
      I work toward this by being strong mentally.
      I work toward this by opening myself up emotionally.
      I do this by doing what flows spiritually and naturally”

      I am most certain you are light and a source of joy and hap…read more

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