Mid-December can feel like a season of quiet unraveling. This letter is for anyone trying not to lose themselves while the world pulls hard — a grounded reminder that staying with yourself, even imperfectly, is enough.

There comes a moment when you realize you’ve spent years offering depth to people who could not meet you in return. Not because you were too much — but because your truth awakened what they’ve avoided in themselves. This letter is a reclaiming of your right to be met, without shrinking, without apology, and without negotiating with your own longing.