21/10/2026
Dear woman,
I know how easily you can find compassion for everyone else.
You can see their hurt beneath the anger. Understand why they’ve withdrawn. Sit beside them while they fall apart.
But when it’s you, the words are different.
You should know better.
You’re too much.
What is wrong with you?
Sometimes that voice is so familiar you don’t even hear how harsh she’s become. She speaks before you’ve had a chance to understand what hurts.
And sometimes that harshness spills onto the people you love. Seeing it can be painful, especially when you’ve tried so hard to do things differently.
You can own that. Apologise. Listen to how it felt for them. Learn another way.
And you can ask what was happening inside you, too.
What had you swallowed?
Where did you need help?
What were you afraid would happen if you said, “I can’t hold this”?
The parts of you that have been outside your awareness need your attention. You’re allowed to approach them with curiosity, even when what you find is uncomfortable.
You don’t have to call yourself a terrible woman every time you discover something that needs to change.
You deserve some of the patience you give so freely.
Some of the understanding.
Some of the softness.
Some of the love. 🤍