A letter from Aug 30, 2023

Dear me, I am sorry. I am sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others, when your own hands were shaking. I’m sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but yourself to laugh so that nobody had to worry, and that nobody noticed when you did. I’m sorry that you gave too much time, effort, and energy to people that didn’t give the same amount back. I’m sorry that there are nights when you cried yourself to sleep and no one bothered to understand why. And I am so sorry that you are not loved and understood the way you deserve.