Dear me,

Dear Me,

You were never the kind of person who sat back and let life happen to you. You carry people. You fix things. You jump in when everyone else freezes. You make things beautiful when they’re falling apart. You make people laugh when they want to cry. You hold entire worlds together with duct tape, determination, sarcasm, and pure stubbornness.

But somewhere along the way, you started carrying things that were never yours to carry.

You take responsibility for everyone’s feelings. Everyone’s comfort. Everyone’s chaos. And because you are capable, people assume you are endless. They forget that even the strongest people get tired too.

The truth is, you are not “too much.” You are just someone who loves deeply, feels deeply, and notices everything. You notice when people are hurting. You notice when something feels off. You notice when effort isn’t returned. And even after being disappointed, you still keep trying to show up with love anyway.

That’s rare.

You don’t need to become colder to protect your peace. You just need to stop handing your energy to people who only appreciate it when it benefits them.

You are allowed to rest without guilt.

You are allowed to say no without explaining.

You are allowed to stop fixing situations you didn’t create.

And you are allowed to want the same loyalty, effort, and care that you pour into everyone else.

One day you’re going to realize that the people who truly love you never required you to exhaust yourself to earn your place in their lives.

And honestly? The people lucky enough to be loved by you probably have no idea how much of yourself you quietly give away every single day.

Love,

Me