Letterstomyself Stories

No year is a perfect year. Some days will be written properly. Some days will be messy. Some days might be missing. This is just a person, going through a year, trying, failing, resting, hoping, and writing when it feels right. If you're here, you're welcome to stay ❤️

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝕴 𝖀𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕭𝖊 Letters to the versions I left behind. By Maren Thorne She was five with cake on her face. Nine when she thought being smart would save her. Fifteen when she finally wrote it down. These are their letters. And maybe-if you're still holding pieces of your childhood in your chest- they're yours too. For the reader who grew up too fast, too quietly, or not at all.

Hi! This is a book where I'm gonna write all the letters that I write for myself 'cause of my anxiety and rants that I just feel like doing at random times. Hope you'll enjoy it!

These are the pages of my journey, written as letters to myself. Every word reflects my life, my struggles, my dreams, my failures, at kahit ang mga small victories. May mga days talaga na feeling lost ako, overwhelmed sa homesickness, sa paghahanap ng work, at sa fear ng rejection. Pero kahit ganun, I try to hold on to faith, kasi alam ko na every struggle teaches me and shapes me to become who I'm meant to be. I write para maalala ko: yung moments na feeling alone ako, yung times na parang sobrang layo ng hope, at yung small victories na nagpapakita na I am growing. This story isn't about being perfect, it's about real life, learning, at rising every time I fall. Through these letters, I remind myself to keep dreaming, to stay faithful sa Lord, at i-cherish ang journey kahit hard siya. This is my story, my life, my heart, written for me to see, to learn from, and to grow. These are my pages, my journey, my letters to myself.

Elliot Marlowe is a man adrift, living a quiet, lonely life in a small coastal town. Each evening, he writes letters addressed to himself, pouring his heart out about moments that never happened-loves he never found, dreams he never pursued, and conversations he never had. The letters become his companions, the only witnesses to his soul. Unknownst to Elliot, a storm floods his basement, carrying a box of his unsent letters into the sea. Days later, the letters start washing ashore and are found by townspeople, who are profoundly moved by the raw emotion and beauty of the words. Rumors spread about the mysterious author, and the town begins to search for the writer whose words have touched their lives. As Elliot watches strangers claim his pain as their salvation, he grapples with the possibility of opening his heart to the world-or continuing to live in his cocoon of quiet despair. When a woman named Clara arrives at his door holding a letter she says saved her life, Elliot must confront whether sharing his deepest vulnerabilities could bring him the connection he's long denied himself.

If time travel were to be created, and you could directly influence the past, How would you change it? For a class assignment, I wrote myself a letter, A letter to me in 2011, as an eighth grade student, heading into high school.

This is a letter I wrote to help me cope with those rainy days so I won't forget that small victories are still victories.

This is the letter that I want to tell myself. This serves as my public journal, my reflections, my experiences, lessons from other people, story of others. This letters took a lot of thinking before it came out. For some of us adulthood can be really hard to navigate, may this letters tell you that you're not alone. Some of us were really good at hiding it. These letters are meant to validate any feelings we feel. This is your safe space.

She was the girl who sang at 11, too skinny to be seen, too young to be taken seriously. Now she's a woman with stories to tell about love, heartbreak, faith, fame, and the quiet journey of finding herself. This is not just a memoir. It's a letter to the girl I used to be, and to every girl still learning how to become. Before I say "I do," I want to remember who I was, and honor who I'm becoming.

A peek the vulnerable side I'm to scared to show

poems, a little peek inside my mind, heart, and soul. *warning: some poems might be triggering* all poems are mine.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳? This is a story about becoming. About slow mornings and soft healing. About the quiet moments no one claps for - yet they change everything. It's a journey of choosing yourself over and over, of building a life with your own hands, and of looking back one day to say: "𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁." Telling through the lens of a nameless narrator, this story isn't just mine - it's yours too. Each chapter will be a love letter to the version of you who's still holding on, still trying, still dreaming. If you're healing, growing, or simply breathing through the chaos... 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ***** [𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞] This is my second Wattpad book. I'm not a professional writer, just someone who writes with heart and honesty. Some parts are drawn from real-life experiences, so I hope readers find a piece of themselves in these pages too. Please know that English isn't my first language, but I promise to keep improving. Chapters will be released with care - though updates may be slow, quality will always come first. No translations or reposts are allowed. If my story doesn't feel like home to you, you're free to leave respectfully. Thank you so much for being here. Your support truly means the world🤍 **** RANKING: 08.05.2025 #1 in letterstomyself #5 in believeinyourself #6 in lifejourney #51 in personal

A short collection of the words that I can never quite say

Part of the emotional healing series Letters to the Me I Haven't Met Yet by InkInSilence. Each letter is a quiet conversation with the future self I'm still becoming. This entry reflects on [the moment I chose to walk away, the grief after betrayal, learning to forgive myself, exetra.] Read the full series for raw reflections, heartbreak recovery, and rediscovering your worth.

This is me. This is too the people who hurt me and who build me up. It's a thank you and a thank you, next.

What it is to be in the shoes of a 19-20year-old. The letters to my youth, which I'll read once I grow older sitting on the reading chair going through my memories and looking out of the window to see my grandchildren playing.

~ 365 love letters I wrote to myself - because nobody else does, and I'm worth it. And so are you. ~ "Dear me, here's a cup full of sunshine for you. Just in case someone stole yours today. And I'm pretty sure, there's always that one person in your life, that loves to do that." You're welcome to follow me on my journey to selflove and I dearly hope, that these letters may inspire you, to be a bit more kind on yourself - even though I know myself, how hard it can be. I'll try my best to update this book daily, but I can't promise that. Sometimes I get really emotional, writing those letters, hence I just need a break occasionally. You may also notice, that my writing style changed a bit as of the chapter "special letter". I hope, you'll still enjoy reading, even though it's a bit different now. Love you all, pattypatintheclouds

A Collection Of Poems Poems Made From Survival Of Love Breaks Heart breaks and Crushes In My Behold

Where I post letters to different people; this can be to myself, friends, lovers, family, and strangers. I was inspired first of Travis, then the user @ZukosLostHonor . Thank you Parker.