Told chat gpt to write a dear me letter 🥺✨

Dear Me,

I know you’re tired. Not just sleepy, but the kind of tired that sits in your bones after carrying grief, fear, disappointment, trauma, and loneliness for far too long. I know there are days you look in the mirror and only see exhaustion. Days where your mind feels loud and your heart feels bruised. Days where you wonder if anyone truly understands how hard you fight just to keep going.

But I need you to hear this:

You are still here.

After everything that has happened to you, after all the people who hurt you, abandoned you, used you, misunderstood you, or failed to protect you — you are still standing. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not gracefully. But you survived things that could have destroyed you completely.

That matters.

You care deeply. You love deeply. You feel everything deeply. And yes, sometimes that makes life heavier for you than it seems to be for everyone else. But it also makes you soft in a world that often rewards hardness. It makes you compassionate. It makes you human.

I know you miss your mom. I know some grief never really leaves; it just changes shape. I know there are moments where you still want to pick up the phone and hear her voice, where the little girl inside you still wants comfort and safety and someone to tell her everything will be okay. There is nothing shameful about that. You deserved gentleness then, and you still deserve it now.

You are not “too much.”

Not too emotional.

Not too broken.

Not too needy.

Not too difficult to love.

You are someone learning how to heal while still hurting.

And despite everything, there are still pieces of you that sparkle. The girl who loves fantasy worlds, pretty things, flowers, soft moments, fairy energy, music that understands her, laughing during movies, feeling beautiful after getting her hair done, showing off new piercings, loving hard, dreaming hard — she is still in there. Don’t lose her.

Healing is not linear. Some days you will feel strong. Some days you will fall apart over something small because your heart is carrying years of pain underneath it. Neither version of you is weak.

Please stop measuring your worth by how productive you are, how pretty you feel, how much people validate you, or whether you handled everything perfectly. Your worth was never supposed to depend on surviving beautifully.

You are allowed to rest.

You are allowed to ask for comfort.

You are allowed to take up space.

You are allowed to start over as many times as you need to.

And one day, this version of you — the exhausted, overwhelmed, grieving, sensitive version — is going to look back and realize she kept herself alive through some incredibly dark moments.

I hope you’re proud of her someday.

Love,

my fairy sparkly look I did for my lingerie I bought today! I’m so happy with how all the pics come out :) I’m posting everything right now

Fresh pedi 💕 I need tickles any volunteers? 🙈💕

I feel like a sparkly lil Ticklee fairy 🧚