You're evolving

Dear Me,

Forgive yourself. Not just for the obvious things—the mistakes, the missteps, the words you wish you could take back. Forgive yourself for the things you didn’t know.

For the times you stayed too long. For the moments you didn’t speak up.

For the dreams you abandoned because you didn’t believe you were worthy. For the way you tried to be small so others could feel big.

You are not weak for having wounds. You are human. And healing doesn’t happen in straight lines—it loops, it stumbles, it circles back.

So give yourself room to evolve. To stretch. To shed. To bloom. You are not a fixed point—you are a living, breathing story still being written.

You are allowed to change your mind. To outgrow what once felt like home. To become someone softer, stronger, or entirely new.

You don’t owe anyone the version of you that made them comfortable.

Embrace the journey. Not the polished version you show the world, but the messy, aching, beautiful truth of it.

The slow mornings.

The quiet healing.

The days you feel like you’re unravelling.

There is no rush. No deadline for becoming. No shame in taking the long way.

You are not behind. You are becoming.

And if no one sees your progress, if no one claps for your healing, if the world stays silent while you rebuild—keep going anyway. You don’t need applause to be worthy. You don’t need permission to grow. The most sacred transformations happen in solitude, in the quiet moments when you choose yourself again and again.

That is strength.

That is grace.

That is enough.

Remember that healing, the process isn't beautiful, but the results are.

Give your heart to yourself first.

Love,

me <3