Dear Becoming Me, I know you don't see it every day, but you're growing in quiet ways that matter. You're softer now, but stronger too. You've learned to stop begging life to be easier and started learning how to power through. Some days, it still aches; the waiting, the wondering, the what-ifs. But even in the stillness, something in you keeps choosing hope. And maybe that's what healing really looks like. Love, The version of you that's finally proud of how far you've come