Letters

For the woman finding her way back to herself.

These are letters from the middle of becoming —

for the days when you feel brave, and the days when you feel tired,

for the quiet questions you don’t speak out loud,

and the moments when your heart knows something your mind has not yet caught up to.

You are not the only one walking through a season of unraveling and return.

You are not the only one learning how to soften after years of holding it all together.

You are not the only one beginning again.

If you’d like to receive these letters,

I’ll send them to you — slowly, gently, honestly.

Only when there is something true to say.

We walk together, even in the unseen places.