Dear younger me, Life will get better...

Have you ever sat back and thought about what you would say to the younger version of yourself?

I have. There is so much I would say. I would begin with this…


Dear Younger Me,

Life will get better. You will be happy.

I know you’ve dealt with some pretty horrendous things. The streams of tears running down your cheeks because they said they’d show up and didn’t, the avoidance strategies to protect yourself, the tough exterior… none of those things had anything to do with you.

All of that stuff says nothing about who you are or what you’re worth. It says a whole lot about the people who did it. It says that they were hurting and projected that hurt onto you. 


I know you feel like you need to earn the love and acceptance of the people who should just love and accept you anyways. I know you feel like you’re walking on broken glass. So the pressure you put on yourself to be perfect is way more than any human can handle.

Sweet girl, love with conditions is not love. It disguises itself as love but it’s not love.

The ideas of needing to be a certain way or act a certain way or look a certain way… those aren’t on you. Those ideas belong to other people. You don’t need to fit that mould. You are perfect just the way you were created to be.

Embrace your love. Take hold of your big, loving heart and let it shine. Don’t hide your light to spare someone else that doesn’t really care hurt.

Dr. Seuss said it best… “Those who mind, don’t matter and those who matter, don’t mind.”

XO,

Em

That only touches the surface. Like many people, I’ve been on a healing journey. I have heart to help other women begin their healing journey. If that’s you, I think you might like my email list. I send out a weekly rise up on Tuesday’s. It’s got tips on how to ditch the feeling hopeless and like you have absolutely no power in your life.


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