Views:61 | By: Lenah I don’t know exactly who you are yet, but I know you’re on the other side of this ache.
I imagine your eyes are softer now—not because life didn’t hurt you, but because you finally allowed yourself to feel it all without shame.
Maybe you smile a little more freely again. Maybe your laughter is no longer forced.
I wonder what you dream about now. I wonder if you’ve found the courage to believe in those dreams again.

Right now, I’m just trying to make it through the day.
I cry sometimes and pretend I’m okay.
I stay in bed longer than I’d like.
I question everything—who I am, what I’m doing, if I’ll ever feel whole again.
Some days, I miss the old me so much it physically hurts.
But I also know I’m not supposed to go back to her.
I’m becoming you instead.

I hope you’re gentle with yourself.
I hope you don’t carry this guilt I feel now.
I hope you walk lighter—not because life got easier, but because you learned what to put down.

If you’re reading this—and maybe you are, somehow—please don’t forget me.
The version of me who showed up even when it was hard.
The one who dared to feel, dared to hope, even in the silence.
Because I may not feel strong right now, but I promise you—I am still here.

And that counts for something.

With all the hope I have left,
—Me, from the middle