A love note for the woman holding it all together when no one else notices.
Dear Tired Self,
I see you.
Not the curated version.
Not the “I’m fine” smile you wear when you don’t want anyone to ask.
I see the version of you that cries in the shower, shows up anyway, and still finds time to care for everyone else.
You’ve done so much.
You carry more than anyone knows.
And even when you’re exhausted, you still believe in growth.
That’s a kind of magic all its own.
Tonight, the moon is full — but you don’t have to be.
You don’t have to be glowing.
You don’t have to be aligned, journaled, bathed in oils, and affirming in a silk robe.
You can be undone.
You can be resting.
You can be disappointed, raw, hopeful, angry, numb… or just tired.
The moon doesn’t ask you to perform.
It asks you to feel.
So if you’ve been holding back tears,
let them come.
If you’ve been swallowing your voice,
say something — even if it’s just to a page.
If you’ve been quietly unraveling,
here’s your permission to pause and not fix it right now.

This full moon, you don’t have to manifest.
You don’t have to release in poetic metaphors.
You don’t have to make it aesthetic.
You just have to remember that rest is sacred.
That doing nothing is an act of reclamation.
That you are still worthy — especially when you are too tired to try.
This isn’t a ritual.
It’s a remembering.
Of who you are.
Of what matters.
Of how much you’ve survived.
So breathe.
Lay your hand on your heart.
Whisper, “I’m still here.”
And let that be enough.
With love,
Your not-so-secret soft side
🖤
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