Hey Love,
While I often find myself offering you advice, today I want to pause and simply say this — I am proud of you. Truly, deeply, endlessly proud. I’m proud of the journey you’ve taken, the distance you’ve travelled, and the strength you didn’t know you had. And more than anything, I want you to be proud of it too.
Be proud of your journey, love — the miles you’ve walked alone, the roads that tested your spirit, the ones that almost broke you but didn’t. The paths you’ve chosen, the nights you’ve survived without a soul to lean on. Be proud of the lonely evenings you sat with your pain and still chose to keep breathing. The panic attacks you soothed, the heaviness you carried in silence, the mornings you rose even when your soul felt exhausted.
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You’ve carried your storms with quiet grace — like Sita, who stood tall even when the world doubted her. She walked through fire — not just literally, but emotionally too — and still chose dignity. So have you. Every tear you’ve shed, every smile you’ve managed to wear — they are proof of your resilience. Be proud of your heart — the one that still dares to hope, still believes in love, still offers kindness even when the world feels cold. Be proud of your strength — not loud, not showy, but deep and enduring. Only you know the battles you’ve fought in silence, the weight you’ve carried when no one was watching.
Only you truly know the depths of your journey — the chaos you’ve made peace with, the small victories no one noticed but you. The soft smiles in the midst of your tears. The silent strength in moments when everything inside you wanted to give up. The moments of peace you found in between storms, the soft smiles hidden behind laughter, the silent tears no one saw. Process your emotions with grace, love. I know it’s tough — some days heavier than others — but you will go through it. Like you always do. Maybe not all at once, maybe not without pain, but step by step.
And still, here you are — standing, surviving, moving forward.
I’ve seen you. I’ve walked beside you. I’ve felt the echoes of your silent battles. But the truth is — this journey is yours. You’re the one who takes that first step, again and again. You’re the one who chooses to move, even when the weight feels unbearable.
You’re the one who’s still walking. Still breathing. Still becoming.
And in that, you remind me of Savitri, who followed Yama himself — not with force, but with unshakable love and fierce will. She didn’t surrender to fate; she rewrote it. And you do it — with laughter or tears, in joy or sadness, in light or shadow.
You’re going to keep going anyway — so why not be proud, love? Why not walk with your head high, knowing you’ve survived every version of yourself that tried to break?
Why not celebrate yourself?
You’ve survived what many wouldn’t understand. You’ve grown in places no one could see. You’ve risen after every fall, stitched your wounds with grace, and still managed to shine.
You’ve walked through darkness with light in your eyes. You’ve weathered storms without letting them wash away your soul. You’ve held on — with tears. With trembling hands. With trembling faith.
And still — here you are. You are not just surviving — you are transforming. Becoming. Blooming.
So, stand tall, love. Be proud — not just of the destination, but of every beautiful, messy, courageous step you’ve taken to get here. You are your own kind of brave. And I’m proud of every part of you. But more importantly — you should be proud of you.
With all my love,
Your Sunshine
