A Letter to Myself (and Maybe to You, Too)

There are days when I feel strong — soft but steady, full of hope.

And then there are days like this.

When letting go feels more like grieving.

When moving on feels less like freedom and more like loss.

When I know the universe is nudging me forward, but my heart is still catching up.

I’ve been feeling it lately —

this quiet invitation to release what no longer serves me.

To step into the unknown.

To walk away from the comfort of people and patterns that once felt safe.

But truthfully? Letting go hurts.

Even when we know it’s right.

Even when we know it’s time.

And so I wrote myself a letter.

Because sometimes, we need to remind ourselves that the ache doesn’t mean we’re broken — it means we’re growing.

dear me,

know that no matter what, you are loved.

you will always matter.

and even if you let go of the things and people that once made you feel safe,

be comforted by this: the universe is holding you.

it’s cheering you on.

it wants to see you win.

please remember — life is beautiful.

it only hurts now, but it will make sense someday.

just like how the pain from your past is slowly becoming wisdom.

none of this is for nothing.

this, too, is part of your becoming.

do not grow tired.

do not lose hope.

you are loved.

deeply, endlessly, unconditionally.

with warmth,

me

Maybe this letter is just for me.

Or maybe, it’s for you too.

If you’re holding onto something you know you’ve outgrown — I see you.

If you’re trying to walk away but your heart keeps turning back — I see you.

You’re not weak for feeling.

You’re not lost for grieving.

You’re simply becoming.

And that’s the most sacred kind of transformation.

With warmth,

Rem💜✨