Dear little me, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that you got to see the worst life could offer so young, but I promise that there is real beauty even when it doesn’t seem like it. I’m so sorry your sense of family, security, and love were stolen from you, but I promise you will find them again. I’m so sorry you were forced to grow up far too quickly, but one day you’ll get to enjoy giving your children the childhood you never got. I’m so sorry that you felt so alone, but one day you will know that you’re never truly alone and that you are so so loved. I’m so sorry that you were hurting so deeply that you chose to feel nothing at all. I swear one day you will appreciate every feeling you have, good or bad. I’m sorry that no where ever felt like home, but one day you’re going to find out that home is not a place but a feeling and your going to find the people that make you finally feel “home”. I’m so sorry that you had to bear the weight of burdens that were never yours to shoulder. It’s time to put them down. It’s time to let that all go. I’m sorry I can’t go back and make things better for you, but at least I can take solace in the fact that I know your future is so bright and beautiful despite the darkness that plagued your past. You are so strong and resilient. Dear little me, I’m so sorry for all you went through and all I put you through. Just know I love you, you are loved, you are safe, you are secure, you are home.
A letter to my younger self
I’m Working on It 
Dear Little Me,
Although it certainly feels far from perfect, the fact that you have faced all the terrible battles and STILL emerged the winner is so much more than could be anticipated. I’m stunned. I’m shocked. And I’m still.
You see, I do this for a living; it’s my job. And every time I throw my energy into destroying someone, I feel all the power invested is worthwhile, because I can sit back after and slowly watch them die. A lot of times the fun is in seeing the ones who can’t handle what I throw them; they either fall in through the door of Alice’s Wonderland, never to return, or they do the rest of my job for me and quit altogether. But not you.
No, not you. Why? Why won’t you just quit? Why must you continue pressing on and defeating me time and again? What’s your deal? For real!
Your Nemesis, Anxiety
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And yet we prevail 💕
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This is so beautiful. May I link to this as inspiration and write my own? I’d like to try this exercise, I’ve talked to little me, but I don’t know that I’ve ever really written to her.
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Write it out! It’s crazy what’ll come out on paper!!
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I am excited. Thank you for the inspiration!
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