Dear Future Self,
I’m so proud of you. Finally really seeing your worth, knowing deep down you’re amazing in your own ways. You’ve faced things that would have crushed most people, yet you got right back up resilient, time and time again. That kind of strength is rare, and it’s yours.
Your love for family, friends, and even past relationships shows your big heart. You did your best you couldn’t control what wasn’t yours to control and that’s okay. I love that you're healing, spotting toxic patterns, and setting boundaries without guilt. Saying no isn’t selfish it’s self-love.
You’ve learned some brutal lessons, but you’ve grown stronger for them. You own your imperfections, and that ownership is power. Healing takes time, but day by day, life shows how far you’ve come. People may drift away sometimes that’s life but that doesn’t diminish your love or your worth.
Being a prayer warrior, your quiet life grounded in faith isn’t cosmetic it’s peace. I hope you still pause, pray for this world, this day, family, strangers whatever needs prayer. God grounded you, and that’s a blessing your future self can tap into every day.
I hope you’ve found the partner you dream of someone who values you, gives as much as you do, and honors your time. I know you’re picky now, ready to bring your best to someone amazing, no games, real love, deep connection, and shared joy even in small moments.
I’m sorry that something so horrible had to happen to remind you how much you value your space and your life but I’m grateful you’re taking fierce care of both. Moving was more than physical it was protecting your soul.
You’re not where you want to be yet and that’s okay. You’re still growing, still figuring out life, illness, and self-love. But you’re strong, and you’re helping others just like you always do. I hope your kids and grandkids know how much you love them, how hard you’ve fought for their joy and health, and how that love is unconditional.
Trust is still fragile for you. You’re slowly learning not everyone is out to hurt you. Some people are good, and healing makes that truth possible to hold. You’ve been hurt stabbed in the back, told you weren’t wanted but your compassion and forgiveness show how big your heart is. You’re still rebuilding trust, and that’s brave.
You’ve lived through trust shattered, chronic pancreatitis, friends and lovers who left or hurt you. You’ve cried until you couldn’t see. You have CPTSD and you’re healing.
Future Me, every day keep being proud of your strength, of your willingness to love, and of how far you’ve come. Keep growing. Keep helping. Keep healing. Keep making memories in good, messy, imperfect ways.
You’re doing the best you can and that is more than enough.
With all my heart,