Don’t let what happened around you, become you…

My Beautiful Girls,

If you’re reading this someday in the future, I want you to hear something with absolute clarity:

I never wanted to be without you. Not for a second. Not in any breath, any season, any chapter.

Life unfolded in ways none of us deserved, and I know you may carry moments where you felt abandoned, pushed aside, or left to wonder whether you were still wanted. If those questions ever settled in your hearts, I’m sorry. Truly, deeply.

You were never the reason for any distance.

You were never too much.

You were never unlovable.

And you were never forgotten.

I have loved you with a kind of love that doesn’t shrink just because life gets confusing. Even in silence, my love for you has been loud. Even in distance, it has been faithful.

If parts of your story feel heavy… please, don’t turn that weight inward. What happened around you should never become a definition within you.

If you need to express what hurts:

• Write it out—pages, messy and unedited. Pain becomes smaller when it leaves your body.

• Speak it aloud to someone safe and unbiased. Let a neutral witness share the weight.

• Move it through your body—walk, dance, cry, breathe. Trauma freezes when it stays still.

And if you ever feel lost, please remember:

You were born with a compass inside you—your own intuition, your own goodness, your own light.

To reconnect with who you are:

• Return to the things that make you feel like you.

• Ask yourself, “What did I love before the world told me who to be?”

• Notice the moments your chest softens—those are pieces of your true self calling you home.

• And remind yourself that healing isn’t about perfection; it’s about returning to truth. When you have goosebumps this is your truth speaking.

My girls, you are the best parts of my life. If ever you doubt that, come back to these words. They’re the truest ones I know.

With all the love a mother can hold,

Mom