To the Ones With Stretch-Marked Hearts
There’s something sacred about this stretch-marked season. Autumn doesn’t apologize for what must fall. It knows the tremble is what makes release possible—and release is what makes room for new life. In a world heavy with grief, rage, and near-constant saturation, this letter meets you where you are: aching, uncertain, brave. It honors the tremble in your nervous system and the courage still breathing in your body.
To the One Who Learned to Feel Loved by Being Needed
For years you believed that being needed was the same as being loved. That carrying the weight, keeping the light, holding steady through the storm was proof of your worth. But your body knows the truth: love is not earned. Love is given & received. And you are ready for the kind that stays.
To the One Who’s Trying to Understand the Kind of Love They Long For
Most of us learned to accept versions of love that left us thirsty—rationed, rushed, or wrapped in performance. But real love doesn’t make you beg. It meets you in your longing and stays. In this letter, we explore the ache of wanting more, the courage it takes to name what we truly need, and the moment we stop shrinking our hunger to match what was never meant to fill us.
To the One Who Wants to Feel Alive Again
You’re already burning. And that fire? It’s the only thing that’s ever been real in this damn world. This is your permission slip to stop waiting for the perfect moment. Choose the wild, the messy, the brutally beautiful life you were meant for. Read my birthday wish for you…