Dear Becoming Me, There was a time when you couldn't picture a life without the ache. But here you are; smiling without reason, breathing without weight. It's not that everything's perfect. It's that you're finally learning to live without needing it to be. You re noticing beauty again, in the ordinary things you once rushed past. You're allowed to feel good again. You've earned this peace. Love, The version of you who kept believing there was light ahead