✨ A pep talk from me to me to look back on later ✨ (repost)

I’m spinning my wheels. Convincing myself that my story & my words are not needed in book form.

It is time to stop overthinking it.

This book isn’t about perfection—it’s about showing up and being real with myself. I don’t need to worry about sounding polished or like someone else’s idea of a “writer.”

My story’s mine. It’s messy, full of hard-earned lessons, & if anyone else is going to get something from it, I have to be honest & just let it flow.

I don’t have to start with the beginning or worry about the end. I just need to take it one memory at a time, one chapter at a time. It doesn’t need to be perfect because *life* isn’t perfect. What matters is getting it out there, on paper, so I can look back and say, “Yeah, I did that.” It has been gnawing at me for YEARS & I’m finally doing it.

And maybe someone else will read it and feel a little less alone. So here we go—I’m writing this for the me that needed to read it when grief first entered my life and I’m not stopping until it’s done.