Healing Childhood Trauma and Choosing Self-Love – A Thank You Letter to the Universe
Dear Me,
I see you now.
Not the version of you who once doubted her worth.
Not the girl who apologized for her emotions, who questioned every moment of happiness, fearing it would be taken away.
No. I see the woman who finally chose herself — and hugged herself for the first time.
This letter is for you — the brave soul who once sat in the storm thinking she was the cause of every thunderclap, the reason people walked away, the weight behind every blame. This is a love letter, a release, a thank you to the Universe, and most of all, a note of deep reverence to the woman you’ve become.
🌿 A Thank You to the Universe for This Chapter
Thank you, Universe,
For being by my side, even when I doubted everything.
Even when I was on my knees, crying in rooms with no doors, the Universe was silently opening windows I couldn't yet see. You sent me people who held me — even when I pushed them away, labeling myself as "toxic" and "too much."
I now understand...
Nobody is inherently toxic. What we call "toxicity" is often unhealed trauma reflecting itself in relationships. It was my mirror, and I was mirroring theirs. And so were they.
Thank you, Universe, for teaching me that if one of us chooses to heal, both hearts in the mirror begin to soften. That my healing is not selfish — it's sacred.
What Hurt Wasn't My Fault — But Healing Is My Responsibility
To the version of me who took all the blame...
I'm so sorry you believed it was all your fault.
But hear this now: it wasn’t.
The arguments, the abandonment, the guilt, the accusations — none of it was just yours to carry. They were patterns, passed down silently from one wounded soul to another, stemming from childhood experiences, family wounds, unmet needs, and unspoken fears.
You didn’t start this pain, but you chose to end it. That makes you a cycle breaker.
And for that, I thank you.
💔 To the People Who Blamed Me
Yes, this letter is to me — but it’s also to them.
To the ones who said I was “too much,” “too emotional,” “too sensitive,”
To the ones who walked away,
To the ones who stayed but grew cold,
To the ones I held onto while doubting I was worthy of love...
Thank you.
Not because I enjoyed the heartbreak. But because your presence was part of a greater lesson — that relationships are mirrors, and we’re all just reacting to our reflections.
Their blame was a projection.
My self-doubt was a memory.
Our wounds were never personal — they were old stories trying to be rewritten.
🧠 Healing Childhood Trauma Isn’t Linear — But It’s Worth It
I now know that healing your inner child isn’t about “fixing” yourself.
It’s about hugging the part of you that was never hugged,
Telling her she’s safe now.
I used to think I was broken.
But I was just unheard. Unseen. Untouched in the ways I needed most.
And now? I’m not waiting for someone else to validate me.
I hold my own heart.
I kiss my own scars.
I mother my inner child.
And finally… I feel calm.
🌌 The Signs Were Always There — I Just Couldn’t See Them Then
Spiritual awakening doesn’t always look pretty. It often looks like:
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Crying over things that used to feel numb
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Walking away from lifelong relationships
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Questioning your entire identity
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Feeling alone, then suddenly whole
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Recognizing pain in others without making it your own
And most of all, it looks like forgiveness. Not for their sake, but for yours.
Forgiveness is not about excusing behavior.
It’s about choosing peace over pain.
🕊 I’m Not Toxic — I Was Traumatized
Read that again.
I’m not toxic. I was traumatized.
I didn't know how to express pain without pushing it onto others.
I thought love meant over-giving.
I confused silence with punishment.
I thought being needed meant being worthy.
Now I know that I am worthy — even when I rest.
Even when I set boundaries.
Even when I walk away.
Even when I’m quiet.
✨ And Still... They Loved Me
This realization hit me like a sunrise on a sleepless night:
They loved me.
Maybe in their broken way.
Maybe in silence.
Maybe after I left.
But they did.
And more importantly — I love me now.
I love the version of me who begged people to stay.
I love the woman who believed she wasn’t good enough.
Because she tried. She fought. She never gave up.
That woman deserves everything.
🌻 Thank You to the People Who Stayed — Even When I Pushed You
You saw through my walls.
You saw the scared little girl who needed to be told: “You’re not too much. You’re loved.”
To the friends who didn’t give up on me —
To the mentor who held space —
To the stranger who said just the right thing —
Thank you for being my anchors.
Thank you for loving the unlovable me.
I see now: she was never unlovable. She was just hurting.
🧘♀️ Now, I Am Quiet — And Calm
For the first time in my life, my body isn’t bracing for betrayal.
My heart isn't racing to be chosen.
I’m not shrinking to fit or breaking to please.
I am calm.
Peace is not silence. It’s a soft homecoming.
And finally — I’m home within myself.
This moment — this stillness — is worth every storm.
💫 A Manifestation of Self-Love
Dear me,
You finally stopped chasing approval and started chasing alignment.
You understood that letting go of emotional pain doesn't mean forgetting — it means choosing something greater: yourself.
The world around you shifted when your inner world softened.
You smiled more.
You listened more.
You became light.
🕯 Closing This Letter With Gratitude
So here we are.
In this quiet, blessed space where tears are warm, not bitter.
And I want to say one last thing:
Thank you, Universe.
For this phase. For this healing. For the people you brought into my life — the ones who left and the ones who stayed.
And most of all —
Thank you, Me.
For not giving up on yourself.
For choosing to hug yourself, even when no one else did.
Your softness is your power.
Your scars are sacred.
And your heart — it’s finally safe to stay open.
Love always,
You.
