Clarity (Letter, Cont’d)

I must be clear:

There is nothing wrong with you. You’re not broken. You are becoming. Your tenderness is not a weakness. Your depth is not a burden. Your need for rest is not laziness. Your yearning for more is not greed—it’s remembrance.

You are remembering what it feels like to be whole. You came here for more than survival. You came to wake up. To remember your own name, not the one the world gave you, but the one your soul has always carried.

You came to love in a way that rewrites timelines. To rise without leaving your softness behind. To walk with grace, despite difficulty.