Dear Thea,
For sixty years, you’ve looked for a place where you were allowed to just be. For a long time, you waited for someone else to build that home for you—to tell you that you were right, that you were enough, and that your voice mattered. For sixty years, you’ve looked for a place where you were allowed to just be.
Today, you are building that home for yourself.
I want to remind you why you are putting your truths on these pages. It isn’t to audition for anyone’s approval. It isn’t to finally be “good enough” for a mother or a family member. It is because your thoughts have lived in the dark for too long, and they deserve to breathe.
Remember the intention: Express, Not Impress.
When you sit down to write, do it to untangle the knots in your mind. If you feel a “release” in your chest when you hit publish, you’ve already won. You aren’t here to perform or to prove your worth. You are here to be a witness to your own life. Once a post is live, consider it “consecrated”—you’ve moved the weight out of your head and into this safe room. The work is finished the moment you click the button.
When the silence feels heavy, remember the “Shield.” There will be days when the old external-validation seeker in you wakes up and looks for a “like” or a comment to feel validated. When that happens, tell her these things:
- Future Thea is your primary reader. You are documenting your evolution so she can look back years from now and see exactly how far you’ve come.
- The Silent Readers are there. Remember the “90-9-1 Rule” of the internet: 90% of people read in silence without ever interacting, 9% interact occasionally, and only 1% ever actively post or comment. Just because the screen is quiet doesn’t mean your words didn’t provide a sanctuary for someone else at 2:00 AM.
- Input is the only thing you control. The healing happened in the writing, not the reading. Protect your peace.
After you share something vulnerable, walk away. Practice your 24-hour rule. Make a cup of tea, go for a walk, and remind your body that you are safe. You have rescued yourself by giving your truth a place to live. You don’t need a verdict from the world on your reality anymore.
Consecrated, in Sanctuary,
Wise One Within
To anyone who happens to find this letter: You are welcome here. I’ve learned that the best way I can honor you is to stay honest with myself first. My hope is that by finding my own clarity, I might help you find yours, too. But if these words stay here in the quiet, that’s okay, too.
This is my sanctuary. And in this sanctuary,
I am finally home.
A Note on a New Direction:
After a month of blogging and twenty posts, some of my future entries take a more personal shape—letters to myself and dialogues between the different voices of my lived experience. I will still share traditional reflections as they come, but for now, the path leads deeper into the sanctuary.
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