Dear Self.

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(A letter to a Broken Mind)
Dear Me,
I hope this letter finds you in a moment of calm amidst the chaos of life. As I sit down to write to you, I am reminded of the incredible journey we've been on together. Through ups and downs, triumphs and tribulations, we have grown and evolved.

I want to tell you that you are worthy. You have limitless potential within you, waiting to be unleashed. Remember that your dreams are valid and that you possess the strength and resilience to make them a reality. Trust in your abilities, believe in yourself, and never settle for less than you deserve.

I also want to remind you to be kind to yourself. Life can be challenging, and it's okay to make mistakes. Embrace those mistakes as valuable lessons and stepping stones to personal growth. Remember, you are a work in progress, and self-compassion is a necessary ingredient on this journey.

In times of uncertainty, trust your intuition. Deep within, you have an innate wisdom that will guide you towards the right path. Listen to that voice, and let it be your North Star. Have faith in your decisions, and even if doubt creeps in, remember that sometimes taking a leap of faith is the most powerful way to grow.

Never forget to prioritize self-care. Take time to nourish your mind, body, and soul. Find activities that bring you joy and help you recharge. Cultivate meaningful connections with loved ones, for they are the ones who will walk by your side through thick and thin. Remember, it's not selfish to prioritize self-care; it's an act of self-love.

Finally, embrace the beauty of the present moment. Life is unpredictable, and it's easy to get caught up in worries about the past or anxieties about the future. But the truth is, the only moment we truly have is now. Be present, savor the small joys, and celebrate the journey.

Believe in yourself, dear Me. You are stronger than you could ever imagine. With each sunrise, a fresh canvas awaits, ready for you to paint your dreams upon it. Embrace life's blessings, learn from its challenges, and never stop growing.

With unwavering support and love,
Yourself.
©️ Ochago George William. 
@George The Tired Poet. 
2023.

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