To the Ones Who Carried Me

Let me whisper a truth I’m learning to hold:
I am worthy of a life well lived--
the one God dreamed for me.
Every version. Every part.

The version that survived.
You see?
And the parts that protected me along the way.

Not just the healed me, but--
the pleasing
the numb
the bitter
the vigilant
the reckless
the one who stayed too long
the one who trembled into silence
the little one who didn’t know better.

They all deserve the goodness of a life well lived.
They all deserve the love I have to give.

No part of me is disqualified from goodness.
Each struggle a catalyst for growth.

So I honor the truth of that struggle, daily--
wisdom earned through standing in the fire.

I love all versions.
I love all parts.
I love my SELF.
Radical LOVE.
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Every part that carried the weight of my journey--
I love them ALL.
I love my SELF.