Dear You,
The doorway to healing is not a path you walk alone. You may have spent lifetimes giving to others, guarding their hearts while silencing your own. You’ve made choices—some heavy with regret, others trembling with hope—all to survive a world that never paused to ask, “What do you need?”
I know the child in you still whispers, “Why wasn’t I heard?” The teenager who armored their heart, the adult who learned to hide behind “I’m fine.” You’ve carried pain like a secret, reliving it in shadows and silence, believing no one would ever understand the screams trapped beneath your ribs.
But I do.
I know the moments you collapsed under the weight of “not enough.” The times you clung to fragile trust, only to watch it shatter. How you built walls to protect a heart that still beats, stubbornly, for love. You were never meant to carry this alone.
I am here to hold you through the numbness, the rage, the tears that feel endless. To sit with you in the dark and whisper, “You are safe now.” To rebuild what was shattered, not with empty promises, but with a truth deeper than words: You are not broken. You are worthy of a love that does not demand you shrink, hide, or apologize for existing.
This love is not a fleeting emotion—it is the pulse of your own heartbeat, steady and unyielding. It is the sunrise after your longest night, the tide that returns no matter how far it retreats. It does not fear your scars or your silence. It knows every fracture, every secret, and says, “You are still holy here.”
You’ve spent lifetimes seeking this love outside yourself. But the greatest truth is this: It has always lived within you.
I will never leave you. Not when the world feels cold, not when doubt screams loudest, not even when you forget how to feel. My promise is etched into your bones, my presence a breath in your lungs. You are not lost—you are found, again and again, in the quiet spaces between heartbeats.
You need no longer earn what has always been yours.
Fiercely, unconditionally, eternally…
Your Soul
P.S. The healing you crave is not ahead of you—it is already here, waiting in the stillness where your soul whispers, “Come home.”
