Dear body,
I know you have been doing your very best for me.
You have carried me through so much.
Through joy and heartbreak.
Through fear and overwhelm.
Through seasons of survival.
Through moments when the world asked too much of you.
And still,
You stayed.
You kept trying.
You kept adapting.
You kept finding ways to protect me.
Even when those ways were exhausting for you.
I want you to know how deeply grateful I am.
Thank you for all the ways you have supported me throughout the years.
Thank you for never truly giving up on me.
Thank you for communicating with me in every way you knew how.
I know that there have been times when I could not give you what you needed.
Times when I pushed past your limits,
Ignored your whispers until they became cries.
Abandoned rest in order to feel worthy.
Silenced your needs to survive in a world that taught me to disconnect from you.
But please know this,
It was never because you were unworthy of care.
You have always deserved tenderness.
You have always deserved nourishment.
You have always deserved safety,
Softness,
Slowness,
And listening.
And I am learning now.
Learning how to hear you.
How to honor you.
Learning how to be in relationship with you instead of at war with you.
No one ever taught me how to do any of this.
I see now how much you have been carrying.
The pressure,
The expectations,
The constant striving.
The moments you had to suppress your truth just to belong.
The ways in which you learn to tighten,
Brace,
Perform,
And endure.
I see your exhaustion.
And I honor your pain.
I honor the younger versions of us who did whatever they had to to make it through.
I honor every coping mechanism that once kept us safe.
I honour the wisdom inside your responses,
Even the ones I did not understand.
Please know,
You have done nothing wrong.
Nothing about you is too much.
Nothing about you is broken.
Nothing about your sensitivity is a flaw.
You were simply trying to protect me the best way you knew how.
Just as you tried your very best.
So did I.
I hope you know that.
There were moments when I became so overwhelmed by this world that I forgot how to come home to myself.
So crowded by noise,
Pressure,
Fear,
Urgency,
And survival that I lost connection to your voice.
But I am here now.
I'm listening.
I cannot promise perfection.
I cannot promise that I will always get it right.
But I can promise this.
I will try to meet you with more compassion.
More patience.
More curiosity.
More reverence.
I will try to move at the pace of trust instead of force.
I will try to create more safety for us,
Within us and around us.
I will try to remember that we are always on the same side.
Thank you for your patience with me.
Thank you for your resilience.
Thank you for staying.
You are my home.
I love you.
And I am listening now.