A Letter to My Younger Self

Blog Introduction:

There are parts of our childhood we carry quietly — the moments we survived, the feelings we never voiced, the versions of ourselves who never felt chosen. Today, I wrote something I wished someone had written to me long ago. This is a letter to my younger self — the girl who felt alone, the girl who stayed strong, the girl I am finally learning to love and protect. If you’re reading this maybe this letter is for the little girl inside you, too.

My sweet girl,

I know you’ve been carrying more than anyone ever saw. You grew up learning to pretend you were fine, to stay quiet, to hold yourself together, even you felt alone. You learned how to survive without being taught how to be held. And I’m so sorry you had to figure out life that way.

But I want you to know something now —something no one told you then:

None of what happened to you was your fault.

You were not hard to love.

You were not too much.

You were not the problem.

You were a child doing her best with the chaos around her. You were sensitive because you cared. You stayed quiet because you were scared. You kept hoping because you had a big heart. Nothing about you was wrong.

I want you to know that one day, you will grow into a woman who breaks every cycle that tried to shape her. You will build a home that feels safe. You will become a mother who gives her child everything you never got. You will learn self-worth, even if it takes time and tears,

You will not stay abandoned.

You will not say unprotected.

You will not stay voiceless.

You will grow into someone strong, intuitive, loving, and deeply wise. You will take all the broken pieces and turn them into something beautiful. You will trust yourself again. You will find people who love you gently.

And most important: you will give your daughter the life you deserved.

I want you to forgive yourself for the things you did to survive. None of it makes you weak. Every single part of your story made you the woman you are now — the woman who feels, who sees, who heals.

You deserved protection.

You deserved affection.

You deserved a mother who chose you.

Even if you didn’t have that then, you have it now — in you.

You became your own safe place.

So, here’s what I want to tell you, little one:

You are loveable. You are worth. You matter. You always did.

I am so, so proud of you.

Love,

The woman you grew up to be

As I continue walking through this season of healing, caregiving, and rediscovering myself, I’m learning that growth doesn’t always look graceful. Sometimes it’s messy, lonely, and full of uncomfortable truths — but it’s also where we find our deepest strength. If this story resonates with you, I hope it reminds you that you’re not alone. We’re all just trying to make sense of our magic while navigating the mess. Thank you for being here with me.