
08/24/2025
Dear Younger Me,
I’m sorry their kind words were often a disguise for manipulation. I’m sorry you had to learn early that affection could be conditional, that love could feel like control, and that praise often came wrapped in strings.
It wasn’t your fault. You did everything a child could do to survive—smile, comply, perform, or bend yourself into what they needed. You carried the weight of their needs at the expense of your own.
Now, you can start seeing the patterns for what they were, validate the hurt, and tell yourself the truth your younger self could never hear: you were worthy of love just as you are, and you don’t have to earn it or perform for it anymore.
You are not your past. You are not their words. You are safe now, and you can reclaim your voice, your body, and your story.