Dear fears,I used to hate you.I used to believe you meant something was wrong with me —that doubt and softness and trembling meant I wasn’t enough. But I’m learning that you’re not here to ruin me.You’re here to show me where I still need gentleness.Where I still need patience.Where I still don’t trust myself fully……

Dear life,I know I don’t always say it, but I’m proud of you.Even if no one else sees the work happening beneath the surface. You’re coming together slowly — not dramatically, not perfectly —but in a way that feels honest. Every boundary I set,every emotion I finally let myself feel,every dream I whisper only to…

Dear slow mornings,thank you for finding me — even on the days I forget to look for you. You arrive quietly.No urgency. No expectations.Just a soft reminder that not everything in my life needs to be rushed. You let my thoughts settle.You give my heart a minute to breathe before the world asks it to…