To Myself, and to the Little Life Inside Me 🩵

I know you’re tired. I know how heavy everything feels right now. You’ve cried silently behind smiles, carried wounds while trying to stay strong, and faced days when getting out of bed felt like a battle. But despite all of that, you’re still here. Still standing. Still fighting. To my baby, growing quietly inside me. You don’t even know it yet, but you’ve already saved me in so many ways. In the middle of all the chaos, you remind me that something beautiful can still grow from brokenness. You are not a mistake. You are not a burden. You are a miracle. I may be scared. I may feel alone at times. But I promise you, I will not give up. I will love you with all that I have, and even in moments when I feel unsure or afraid, I will choose you, again and again. To myself, you have made mistakes. You’ve loved the wrong person. You’ve carried guilt that wasn’t all yours to carry. But you are not defined by your past. You are not your pain. You are not weak. You are healing. You deserve peace. You deserve kindness. You deserve the chance to forgive yourself and begin again. This is not the ending. This is a turning point. One day, when the world feels brighter and you hold your baby in your arms, you’ll look back and realize: you were always enough. You are enough. And you are already everything your baby needs. 🌻