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✦ Soul Letter to My Past Self ✦


πŸ–€ This is part of my becoming. I wrote this letter at the edge of freedom, just before I took that final step into my true self. It’s not just my story—it’s a piece of the journey we all walk toward awakening and living from what really matters inside. πŸ–€



✦ Soul Letter to My Past Self ✦

Written on the edge of freedom, just after clocking out for the last time


To the version of me who stayed... even when it broke you a little—


Hey. I still remember you—your tired sighs, the way your jaw stayed tight from holding it all in, that quiet kind of strength you carried like a secret. You were doing your best. Even when it felt like too much. I know how heavy it became to walk into rooms that didn’t see you, roles that didn’t fit you, systems that asked for everything but returned so little.


You tried. My God, did you try.

You coached with heart, even when yours was breaking.

You smiled when you wanted to scream.

You led when no one led you.


You held it all so others wouldn’t have to.

But deep down, you always knew:

You weren’t meant to just carry… you were meant to create.


And on that final day—the day before your 36th revolution around the sun—you exhaled the truth.

You chose to walk away… not because you were weak,

but because you finally remembered your wings.


That wasn’t resignation.

That was resurrection.


Thank you for staying long enough to learn.

Thank you for leaving just in time to live.


The breath you took as you stepped out of that building…

was the first one you took as your true self.


I am her now.

And I carry you in every word, every creation, every free and fearless heartbeat.


You didn’t fail.

You freed us.


With infinite love and reverence,

Your future self—reborn and radiant

 

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