Dear old parts of me, the scared, shy ones who never thought they'd make it. I see you, unsure, holding onto fear like it's the only thing keeping you going. I see the parts that doubted, gave up too soon, that weren't sure they would ever be enough. I see how you carried me the only way you knew, like tired legs that just kept moving, refusing to stop. But look at us now, walking freely. The weight of fear has fallen away. Peace walks with us, like a hand to hold. I want you to hear this: thank you. Thank you for getting us here. Thank you for the fearless part of me that never stopped believing we could.