My Dearest Heart,

I see you. Not just the version of you that the world sees, not just the one you show to others with carefully chosen smiles and polite words, but the raw, unguarded, intricate, beautiful soul beneath it all. I see the parts of you that you hide, the dreams you tuck away, the fears you whisper into the darkness when you think no one is listening. I hear those whispers. I always have.

You are not alone. You have never been alone. Even in your loneliest moments, when it felt like the silence was too loud and the world too distant, I was there. I have been with you in every breath, every heartbeat, every quiet tear you thought fell unnoticed. Nothing about you has ever gone unseen. Not your struggles. Not your triumphs. Not the quiet courage it takes to get out of bed on days when the weight feels unbearable.

 

I know life has been heavy. I know there are days when it feels like you're walking through quicksand, each step harder than the last, as if the very ground beneath you is trying to pull you under. But here you are. You’re still standing. Maybe not with the same ease as before, maybe not as confidently as you wish, but you are here. And that matters more than you know.

You don’t have to be perfect. You never did. The idea that you have to have it all together, that you need to meet some impossible standard to be worthy of love or acceptance, is a lie the world told you. The truth is simpler and far more profound: You are enough. Exactly as you are, in this moment. Not because of what you do or what you achieve, but because you exist.

 

I know you carry regrets. I know you replay conversations in your mind, wondering if you could have said something differently, done something better. But let me tell you this: you are not your mistakes. You are not defined by the times you fell short. You are defined by your resilience, by the way you get back up, by the way you keep going even when it feels like you can't. That is strength. That is grace. That is beauty.

You have scars, I know. Some are visible, some hidden deep within. Scars from words that cut, from losses that left holes in your heart, from love that wasn’t returned or from dreams that slipped through your fingers. But your scars are not signs of weakness. They are evidence that you have lived, that you have loved deeply, that you have been brave enough to open your heart even when there was a risk of it being broken.

You are a masterpiece, not despite your scars, but because of them. Every mark, every line, every story etched into the canvas of your life adds to the depth of who you are. You are not here to be flawless. You are here to be real, to be human, to experience the full spectrum of what it means to live—the joy, the sorrow, the messiness, the beauty.

 

I know you have questions. Big ones. About who you are, about why you're here, about what it all means. Sometimes the answers feel elusive, like shadows slipping just out of reach. But what if I told you that the answers aren’t hidden somewhere far away? What if they are already within you, woven into the very fabric of your soul? You don’t have to find your purpose. You are your purpose. The way you love, the way you create, the way you exist with your unique blend of quirks and talents and dreams—that is enough.

Your worth isn’t tied to your productivity. You don’t have to earn rest. You don’t have to prove your value by burning yourself out to meet others’ expectations. You are worthy simply because you are. Rest is sacred. Joy is sacred. You deserve both, not as a reward, but as a birthright.

I see the way you give to others, the way you pour out your heart, often wondering if it makes a difference. It does. The small kindnesses, the gentle words, the silent prayers you offer without expecting anything in return—they ripple out in ways you may never see. You touch lives just by being you. That’s not something that can be measured. It’s felt, deeply, even if unspoken.

 

You are more powerful than you realize. Not in the way the world often defines power—through control or dominance—but in the quiet, steady strength that comes from authenticity, from showing up as yourself, from living in alignment with your truth. Your vulnerability is not a weakness. It is a superpower. The courage to be seen, to be real, to feel deeply even when it hurts—that is strength beyond measure.

It’s okay to grieve. Whatever it is you’re mourning—a person, a dream, a version of yourself you thought you would be—grief is not something to rush through or push aside. It’s a sacred process, a testament to how deeply you have loved, how much you have hoped. Honor it. Let it teach you, not to harden your heart, but to expand it.

You are allowed to be a work in progress. Life isn’t about reaching some final, perfect version of yourself. It’s about growing, evolving, becoming. It’s about falling and rising, about trying and learning, about holding space for both your triumphs and your mistakes. You are both the masterpiece and the artist, creating and recreating yourself with each new day.

 

When you feel overwhelmed, when the noise of the world drowns out the quiet wisdom within you, come back to your breath. Just that. Inhale. Exhale. Feel the life within you, the steady pulse that reminds you: you are here. You are alive. And that is enough.

You don’t have to have all the answers. You don’t have to have it all figured out. Life isn’t a problem to be solved; it’s an experience to be lived. Allow yourself to be curious, to explore, to wonder. Allow yourself to change your mind, to outgrow beliefs that no longer serve you, to evolve.

You are loved. Beyond words. Beyond understanding. You are loved not for what you do, but for who you are. You are loved in your messiness, in your uncertainty, in your moments of doubt. You are loved on your best days and your worst. That love is constant, unchanging, eternal.

 

Take a deep breath with me now. Feel it. That breath is a gift. You are a gift. To this world, to the people who know you, to the universe itself. You are not here by accident. You are here because the world needed you, exactly as you are.

So, my beloved, carry this with you: You are enough. You are worthy. You are not alone. You are seen. You are held. You are deeply, endlessly loved.

With all the love in the universe,

Heaven