Today, I read the last letter I wrote to myself about 4 months ago. It is the second time I have done this, and I find it an invaluable means of bookmarking my life.
It also useful for measuring if anything has changed, got better or stayed the same. But it is more importantly, a reminder from myself about a period of time I want to move on from.
It might sound like a very simple, but writing an open and honest letter to yourself, is a difficult thing to do. It is hard to put real words to emotions or feelings, that can sometimes be so alien to us, and delving into our inner psyche and soul is not something to take on lightly. It forces you to acknowledge every aspect of your life, where you’ve been, your current situation, and where you hope to be; and is an opportunity to air it in a safe way.
You can discover so much about yourself and the reasons why you might behave a certain way or have a certain attitude. So, if you really want to know yourself better, write it down, the good and the bad, then take a good look at it, and really think about it. You will find answers, but you need to give yourself time, to absorb this new information.
Anyway, back to my letter, I read it this morning and I was quite overwhelmed by the contents. I remember at the time, I was so in need of nurturing, love and care, I was also in a lot of pain and pretty much lost and alone.
In spite of that, it was a very positive letter, just talking about my future, when I will finally move on from the existence I’ve had and still have now. It was about recognizing my acceptance of things that I can’t change, and the acknowledgement of the misery I had experienced, and the dreams I still have left.
It was powerful reading. I was being kind to myself for once. I smiled, and then eventually cried, as I read. It was a beautiful letter, penned by me, to me.
Only I know of the subtle changes that have taken place over recent months. I alone, have noted the true power of my self-belief, and my determination to bring about change.
So today I have been reminded, and have been able to measure, that emotionally and psychologically, I have advanced forwards, by quite a distance.
But physically, I am still waiting to move on to my new life. This is the one thing, for which I have absolutely no control.
(7th December 2014)
Thankfully on 17th April 2015, I finally got what I so needed, I moved into my flat and began the process of getting my life back together again! Sx ❤️