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I know I’m not crazy ☺️

Dear you,

When life gets loud, it’s easy to mistake the harshest voice in your head for the truth. The one that criticizes, doubts, and convinces you you’re not enough. But that voice isn’t you.

The real you speaks differently. It sounds calm even in uncertainty. It chooses compassion over judgment. It reminds you to keep going, not because you’re perfect, but because you’re worthy of kindness… especially from yourself (now repeat this part)

The other voices aren’t enemies. They’re often the parts of you carrying old fears, disappointments, or wounds that haven’t fully healed. Remember that you don’t need more criticism. You need patience, understanding, and a little grace.

So whenever you’re unsure which voice to follow, choose the one that sounds like love. Let it be the voice that brings every hurting part of you back to peace.

From,

Me

I just want to feel safe and secure, emotionally safe and secure….

Dear Part That Stops Me From Moving, I understand you moved once, and you were hurt for moving.

And that wasn't right.

I understand that you tried once, and that you were punished for trying.

And that wasn't right either.

I know that moving sometimes seems like the riskiest thing to do.

I know that doing anything else, being anywhere else but here, can be absolutely terrifying.

But you can move.

You don't need to run, you can walk if you'd like.

You can move slowly.

You can pretend you are underwater.

You can pretend you are an astronaut, navigating gently through the cosmos.

(You have forgotten this: your muscles can sing.

They can move in a way that gives you energy instead of taking it away.

You can move in a way that makes your lungs and heart feel full.)

You are capable of so many incredible things.

And when you need to rest, then rest.

And when you need to be still, you can be still.

And when it's over, it can be over.

But you should know that you can move, when you want to.

If you want to.

No matter what moving looks like to you. Maybe just a finger. Maybe a mile.

And you are loved and accepted, no matter what.

My best,

Me

titsay

The quiet ache to leave everything behind in search of a simpler life wondering whether the path you’re on truly fulfills you or if the dreams you’ve been chasing were shaped by other people’s expectations all along. And somewhere in between the exhaustion and longing, you catch yourself daydreaming about disappearing quietly into a life that finally feels like your own.