I believe in the person I'm embodying
To my 1-day-old self: I’m so sorry that he isn’t here for you, but I promise you that you’ll be okay, with or without him.
To my 10-year-old self: Life won’t always feel like this.
To my 14-year-old self: It may be hard to believe, but you won’t always feel alone in the world.
To my 15-year-old self: There will be a time where you won’t need to self-harm because there’s nothing to escape from anymore.
To my 16-year-old self: I promise you that you will be glad you survived.
To my 18-year-old self: He is wrong. You aren’t crazy, delusional or unlovable. You are so beautiful, worthy and loved, no matter what he is telling you.
To my 23-year-old self: I know life hasn’t been easy for you. I know you want to give up. I know you’re exhausted with life. I know the thought of another day is terrifying, but you won’t believe where you will end up… it will all be worth it.
To my 28-year-old self today: I am so fucking proud of you. For surviving. For pushing through. For still being here. For creating a life beyond your imagination. You could have so easily gone the opposite way and honestly, I know some days that would have been easier. It would have been easier to give up but you didn’t. You stood up, you fought and you created a life that you could have never expected. I’m proud of you and I love you.
With love & support,
Shorina | Mindful Soul Collective
Counsellor & Wellbeing Coach