You were so confused, weren’t you?
Trying to make sense of a world that didn’t make sense.
Trying to be good enough, invisible enough, quiet enough—
just to stay safe.

I know now why you drifted away into stories.
Why you lived half-in and half-out of your body.
It wasn’t weakness.
It was your way of surviving when no one came to explain or protect.

If I could sit beside you now, I wouldn’t rush to change anything.
I’d just hold you.
Let you lean in.
Let you know—
you don’t have to figure everything out.

You have such a kind, compassionate soul.
You always did.
And even though you couldn’t see it back then,
you were already growing into someone strong and wise—
someone very unlike the adults around you.
Someone you could be proud of.

You didn’t become hard.
You didn’t become cruel.
You became someone who heals.
Someone who listens.
Someone who makes space for others in the way you always longed for.

I see you now.
And I carry you with so much love.

-Me