Writing What I Need to Hear

A young woman (me) sitting in front of white curtains with a pattern of dark green and grey leaves. She is smiling softly, wearing a v-neck denim dress with bronze buttons. Her hair is dark brown and the top part of her hair is in a bun, the sides are shaved. Baby hairs are everywhere. Her eyes are green.

You’re kind to others but hard on yourself,

Darling don’t you know that you’re deserving of your own grace?

You don’t need to earn the right to rest,

It’s okay to give yourself the time and space you need.

It’s okay to take up space.

Healing isn’t linear and for you neither is sleep.

So darling, take your time and be gentle with yourself.

You stretch yourself so thin and berate yourself for snapping.

But what else was going to happen?

You aren’t invincible, but you don’t need to be either.

You keep falling, slipping, coming short of this tall mountain you’ve built for yourself to climb.

You curse your body for being human.

Darling, you don’t have to do it all.

You are human.

You are imperfect, broken in places, weak at times, but you are also marvelous, healed in places, and strong when you can be.

You are all together human, and that’s what you’re meant to be.

It’s okay to be who you are.

– Tori Lynn

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