21/05/2026
Dear Me,
I know you don’t always give yourself enough credit.
You spend so much time holding everything together for everyone else that you forget you’re a person too, not just a mum, partner, organiser, comforter, cleaner of mysterious sticky surfaces and finder of things nobody else can apparently see even when they’re right in front of them.
You’ve been through things that could’ve hardened you completely, but somehow you still care deeply. That matters. Your softness is not weakness. The fact you still love hard, worry hard, and show up every day says more about your strength than pretending not to care ever could.
There are days you feel exhausted beyond words. Days where your patience feels thin, your confidence disappears, and you convince yourself you’re failing because the house is messy, you forgot something, or you didn’t answer a message for three days. But the people who love you won’t remember any of that. They’ll remember feeling safe with you. They’ll remember your cuddles, your laugh, your little routines, your chaos, your warmth.
You are allowed to outgrow people, habits, guilt, and old versions of yourself.
You are allowed to rest without earning it first.
You are allowed to be proud of how far you’ve come, even if you’re not where you want to be yet.
And for the love of God, stop apologising for existing loudly. You were never meant to shrink yourself to make other people comfortable.
One day you’ll look back at this chapter and realise you survived things you once thought would break you.
And you did it while still making packed lunches, remembering birthdays, finding lost socks, and pretending you knew where the remote was.
That’s basically superhero territory.
Love,
You
