Dear Me,

You’re tired. So, so tired. And that’s okay.
You’ve been strong for a long time — maybe longer than anyone realizes. You’ve worked, held the family together, taken care of those who needed you, and put yourself last more times than you can count. That doesn’t make you weak — it makes you human.

This weight you carry? It’s not light. And just because you’ve managed to carry it doesn’t mean you were supposed to carry it alone.

You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to be sad. You are allowed to say, “This is too much.” Saying that doesn’t make you less of a woman, a wife, a daughter. It makes you honest. And brave.

There’s a voice inside that says, “I should be able to handle this.” But you’re not here to be a martyr. You are not a symbol of quiet sacrifice. You are you — and that is more than enough.

Tonight, you will speak your truth. You will break the silence not because you want to fight, but because you want to live. Fully. Not just function. Not just survive.

You are not collapsing — you are pausing. To breathe. To ask for help. To tell the world: I matter too.

And no matter what happens next, remember this:
You have already shown so much strength — not in silence, but in your decision to finally speak.

You are worthy of rest.
You are worthy of care.
You are worthy of being seen.

With love and fierce compassion,

Me