Your body was never designed for numbness. It was designed for sensation — for breath, tremble, pleasure, grief, and pulse. This letter invites you back into your body, where truth, courage, and aliveness begin.

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.