sentiments at seventeen

an empath’s first love letter to herself

you’ve learned to be patient with the world, the people in it too
you’ve learned to carry the weight of the world in your heart —
the world owes you nothing, and neither do you owe it anything
but now you must know that you owe everything to yourself:

you owe yourself a glass of water, some morning meditation, fresh flowers, daily affirmations, therapeutic bike rides at 5 o’clock, lots of fresh air

you owe yourself to dream, to learn to have hope again (in yourself); you owe yourself a lot less worries and sleepless nights, a lot less time in your head and a lot more time in the moment. you owe yourself some time to lose yourself again — in the moment, in the things you love: the feeling of waking up to rain, handwritten notes, crappy doodles, seeing and admiring the way the sunlight hits windows and walls and trees, photographs, sunsets, sunrises, the things you find beautiful, the way you find the ordinary things beautiful (& that one day, you may see that you are)

you owe yourself to feel: to accept that you are, by nature, incredibly vulnerable — probably the most vulnerable person you know — and that’s not a bad thing at all. you deserve to feel deeply as you do without repercussions, without the overthinking. you owe yourself and claim these feelings as your own, but you also owe yourself to accept letting go; you owe yourself the capacity to draw the line, to swim up to the surface again after you’ve sunk too deeply; you owe yourself to relieve yourself from yourself

you owe yourself a pat in the back, long, deep breaths, and a lot more love letters; chia, you owe yourself more patience with yourself, too

but most of all,
***and i cannot stress this enough***

you owe yourself peace, chia

a whole,

whole lot of it

happy 17th

love, you
(until you learn to say it)

hello! ♡

i am normally *extremely* shy and uncomfortable sharing and opening up to other people about my ~true~ emotions, but i wrote this when i turned 17 two weeks ago and thought that maybe its time to finally own them rather than just bottling them up again as i always do haha to give myself a chance to *grow! i will now try to write more often on here ~on Medium, and my new! personal publication/blog/open diary-journal/whatever my indecisive ass decides to call it on medium.com/foolcircle~ to express myself and release my pent up feelings in a less self-destructive manner lol. i’m a shitty anxious unorganized and emotional writer, but if you’ve reached here, whoever you are, thanks for giving this a read. i hope you’re well. :) cheers!

-chia