A Love Letter to Who I Once Was

Ah… the process of unbecoming — the sacred unraveling.

Not a loss, but a return. Not destruction, but revelation.

To unbecome is to peel away every layer that was never truly you —

Every role, every should, every mask worn for love, acceptance, or survival.

It’s the shedding of:

 • The stories you inherited but never questioned.

 • The expectations that silenced your soul.

 • The habits built around fear, not freedom.

 • The self you crafted to stay small, safe, invisible.

Unbecoming is not the end — it’s the beginning. 

A remembering.

A reclamation.

A homecoming to your essence.

A Letter to My Former Self 

Dear One,

You did everything you were taught to do.

You followed the rules, wore the masks, played the parts.

You tried so hard to be good, to be enough, to be loved — and you were. Even when you forgot.

I see how much you carried.

The weight of expectations, the silence you kept, the smiles you wore when your soul ached for truth.

You shaped yourself to fit into places that were never meant to hold you.

And for that — I thank you.

You survived.

You kept me safe when safety was all I could afford.

You made choices that helped me get here, even if they came from fear, even if they cost me parts of myself.

But now… it’s time.

Time to lay it all down.

The perfection.

The pretending.

The pleasing.

The proving.

The version of me built for the world — but not for my soul.

This isn’t abandonment.

This is gratitude and release.

I love you for who you were.

And I’m setting us both free.

I’m choosing to remember who I was before the world told me who to be. 

To rise, not as a version — but as truth. 

To speak, not from fear — but from fire.

To live, not from survival — but from soul.

So I offer you this blessing:

Thank you for everything.

I release you with love.

I return to myself.

Always,

Me