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 ❤️

I don't understand how trust works at times or how to be completely carefree - I have always been this person who showcase confidence in an abundance from the outer surface but was completely broken from inside. Struggling from depression and anxiety, my days can get into the worst ones some seasons so I started writing letters to myself. These are my thoughts, at the toughest days of my life or just a breezy evening - but it is as real as a LIVE show.

heyyy pookiessss, so here lmma just share my daily experiences with you<3 this isn't a story with chapters. it's a collection of moments. some days i'll write with a smile. some days i'll break while typing. i'm not here to impress. i'm here to express. if you've ever felt too much, or nothing at all- you're home now. welcome to my diary.

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.

A collection of poems;some are happy, some are sad,all helped me through the ranging times 💫

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

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.

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.

...and wait until they wilt away. © All written by me 2024 - // Faysstories

hello, and welcome. If you are here, and choose to read this book, i assume you are one of my kind. The people who dream so much of perfection they can't tell apart themself from their reflection. One of us - people who write about love and happiness, but has only experienced heart break and sadness. We write about moon's and sun's love, while we're stuck on earth, alone, romanticizing the stars, and wishing to get back the love we never had. welcome, love.

Letters about emotions and thought processes.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

⌨︎ Description ☕︎ ➪ This story is in the form of letters from the main character to himself. The main character is Jake Shim. ➪ Jake enjoyed writing to himself, but he hated the thought of diaries. It's too easy for other people to access, which is why Jake writes letters to himself instead of writing in notebooks. ➪ Jake is 18 years old, and he has darker-brown hair; he wears a lot of sweaters and hoodies, and jeans or sweatpants are a must for him. important :: SLOW UPDATES

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.

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!