“To truly release something, you must first be willing to face it.”
There is often a moment we remember.
A sentence that shattered something. A door that closed. A silence that spoke too loudly.
We don’t go back there to hurt ourselves. We go back to tell that version of us: *You didn’t deserve that. And you’re not alone anymore.*
This is not about staying in the past — it’s about rescuing the part of you that still believes it’s stuck there.
Look at that moment not with the eyes of who you were, but who you are now.
Let your wiser self bear witness. Let your breath be a balm. Let your heart whisper what was never said:
*I see you. I’m here now. You are safe to feel. And safe to heal.*
Close your eyes and return to a moment you know still lingers. Visualize your younger self in that space. Without changing the memory, imagine stepping into it now — as the compassionate, grounded you. Stand beside them. Hold their hand. Tell them what they never got to hear.
Write a short letter to your past self from that painful moment. Let it be honest. Let it be kind. Let it say everything they needed but never received.
Anika R. “I avoided thinking about that night for years. But writing to her — to me — softened something I didn’t know was still hard. I realized I’ve spent my whole life trying to prove I’m not broken. That night doesn’t define me anymore.”
You are not who they made you feel like. You are who you remember yourself to be.