Dear me,
I know you are tired.
Not the kind of tired that disappears after sleeping for eight hours but the kind that settles quietly inside your bones after carrying too much for too long.
The kind where you keep showing up anyway, while a part of you keeps wondering if any of it really matters.
You think you are behind sometimes.
You look around and everyone else seems more certain, more talented, more stable, more prepared for life than you are.
Your mind convinces you that you are too difficult to love, too emotional, too sensitive, too much and yet never enough at the same time.
That you need to earn the right to exist in other people's lives.
You measure your worth only through grades, productivity, achievements, or how useful you are to others as you forget that you are a person before you are a performance.
Dear me,
You matter.
You are not failing in life.
People who truly love you will never make you earn the right to exist in their life.
Take your time.
Learn to let go.
Love yourself.
You are allowed to grow slowly.
With love,
You