Welcome to Letters to the Tender Self-a sanctuary for those carrying invisible labor, pain and resilient hope.
These are offerings.
Each one is thoughtfully written with you in mind-rooted in lived experience, truth, and optimism.
Whether you arrive weary, curious, or quietly brave, you are welcome here.
This space honors the slow work of healing, the dignity of pause, and the beauty of showing up tenderly.
May you find words that affirm your worth, rituals that soften your day, and reminders that you're not alone.
If you'd like to share your own tender truth, you're invited to submit a letter anonymously. Together, we build a rhythm of care-one letter at a time.
A Letter to the One Who’s Still Trying
Dear Tender One,
I see you.
Not for what you’ve accomplished today, or how well you kept up. I see you for the quiet effort it took to get out of bed. To answer one message. To make a plan, even if you didn’t follow it.
I see the invisible labor—the kind that doesn’t get praised or posted. The kind that lives in your body, your pacing, your pauses.
You are not behind. You are not broken. You are not too much or not enough.
You are tender. You are resilient. You are growing.
That growth might look like rest. It might look like saying no. It might look like letting the laundry go another day—or two, or three, or even a week.
You don’t have to earn your worth. You don’t have to prove your pain.
You are not alone in carrying this. Others are feeling this weight too.
You are allowed to be exactly as you are.
With care,
Someone who understands