#dear you
Dear you,
You don’t have to be okay.
I know you think you should be, in order to help those around you.
You think you should be able to make the most rational, logical decisions that leave you with the best value.
You think that everybody wins by you sticking it out just a bit longer and being a bit stronger, a bit braver.
You know you can do this if you try hard enough.
But its killing you.
It’s painting your outter shell in steel so you don’t break everytime you get dropped.
But you can’t breathe through steel and eventually you are going to suffocate from being that strong.
And that is a stupid and unnecessary reason to die.
You should never have to be that strong.
Sometimes the “weak” thing will actually keep you alive better than the strong or brave or responsible one.
Sometimes the “weak” thing is the right one.
And I want you to breathe, to live.
But you know yourself best.
If you have to decide, please choose to save YOU.
Whatever the other costs, YOU will always be worth it.
I promise.
Love, Me
Dear you,
I know it might be tempting to listen to the sounds in your head.
I know the sounds often sound like voices.
I know they can be very persistent and convincing.
But I also know the vast majority of what they say to be untrue.
A fire won’t keep you warm if you are drowning.
You need to reach the shore first, then we can dry you off.
Please don’t stop fighting the current.
You really will be okay.
I promise.
Love, Me
Dear you,
Just because you are going to survive this doesn’t mean it isn’t hard.
It doesn’t mean it isn’t terrifying.
It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt or that your pain isn’t real.
What doesn’t kill you might not make you stronger.
It might not be progress towards a goal.
It might not teach you anything but that you can survive it.
But surviving your life, your pain, yourself still means something.
It means you are alive.
Sometimes that is enough.
Love, Me
Dear you,
It’s not your job to make sense to other people all the time.
Sometimes the bits of you that mean the most won’t make any sense to other people
Even people you want to be able to make sense to.
Arguing with them in order to validate your differences might make you feel hollow and broken but you are not broken.
You are not broken.
You are just surviving and doing your best how you know how.
That’s much more important than making sense anyways.
I love you.
Me
Dear you,
You have really made some amazing progress.
I know you are tired and somedays you can’t see it but it’s there.
You are there and you are shining so bright.
Other people notice it too.
Trust me.
Love, me
Dear you,
The world isn’t always warm.
People are frosty, even without meaning to.
They will give you a cold shoulder when they are tied up in them things,
Days it pours down on them and they are drowning in it.
It’s not really your fault that you didn’t bring a spare lifevest.
Its not really your fault if they don’t want your help.
The world isn’t always warm but you still are.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
Love, Me
Dear you,
You are not always going to like yourself.
You are not always going to like your work or where you are in life.
But life is a journey.
You are a mostly unwritten book.
Just because you don’t feel like writing today doesn’t mean your story isn’t worth reading.
Someone will appreciate your complexity.
Someone will appreciate your perseverance and grace.
Someone will appreciate you.
You’re not always going to like yourself but you can learn to love yourself.
Just give it time.
Love, Me
Dear you,
It takes a lot of time to get comfortable with the reality that you can’t be good at many things.
It takes time to accept that many things will be harder for you.
To accept that you will fail often.
It feels like a cycle that hurts us more and more as we continue to fall.
As we continue to be beaten down and crushed.
As we look up and out of the pit we are in.
Sometimes we find a ladder or rope to pull ourselves out with.
Sometimes we still have the shovel to dig ourselves some stairs.
But sometimes you won’t be able fix it, just live with it.
Your worth is found in being a survivor.
Your worth is found in continuing to breathe even when its all you can do.
You are enough just by existing.
You are enough, flaws and triumphs and all.
You are my hero.
Love,
Me
I’m not sure if this will come out right but:
Being loved is NOT a reward for being beneficial or useful in any way. You don’t become less deserving of being loved if you aren’t productive for a day or if you have a bad day and can’t get out of bed.
I promise. Being loved has nothing to do with how you “help” the world or those around you.
Dear You,
There’s no point staying where your hungry heart has nothing to eat.
Love, Me
Mae, just go
…I know that everything that makes me a good little cocksucker, I mean poet, is also what makes me a bad (girl) friend.
I use lovers as cures for boredom & everyone I’ve ever slept with has been my muse, like I’m some Edna, some St. Vincent Millay with flame-red hair & combat boots & a ripped thrift-store prom dress.
My reputation precedes me.
A different dude I once fucked put a character in his novel, she shared my name & was described as the kind of girl who sleeps with other people’s boyfriends, & I’m sorry that I hurt you but I don’t regret the boys I’ve done, only those I did not do.
I ain’t got a regret, & I can’t forget—
—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “Lines from Apology Cards Hallmark Will Never Make (Pt. 1)”
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
Adrienne Rich