To The Woman Who Has No Idea How Strong She Is Yet- Letter to My 30-Yr Old Self

Oh, darling. 

You think you’re supposed to have it all figured out by now. 

The career, the relationship, the five-year plan. 

You’re working so hard, at everything. 

Chasing milestones, ticking boxes, trying to be good at life like it’s a job description. 

You don’t know yet that the very things you’re measuring yourself against… will change. 

And you will change. 

You don’t know yet that the plans you’re making will one day feel like someone else’s life. 

That some of the things you want most now, you’ll walk away from later. 

Not because you failed, but because you grew. 

Right now, you’re doing your best to be all things to all people. 

You say yes too often. 

You stay too long. 

You worry that setting boundaries makes you difficult. 

You mistake burnout for ambition. 

You don’t know yet that rest is not laziness. 

That ease is not weakness. 

That you can be smart, kind, driven and still not have to carry everything alone. 

You think strength is holding it together. But soon, you’ll learn it’s also knowing when to let go. 

There are heartaches coming and breakthroughs too. 

You’ll question everything. 

You’ll rebuild everything. 

And the version of you that comes through? She’ll be softer in the right places, and tougher where it counts. 

You’ll learn how to speak up. 

How to stop apologising for taking up space. 

How to say no without guilt and yes without over-explaining. 

You’ll become a mother in ways far more profound than biology. 

You’ll lead rooms full of people and still cry on the kitchen floor. And you’ll realise both are okay. 

You’ll stop comparing your insides to other people’s outsides. 

You’ll stop proving. Start choosing. 

And finally, finally you’ll start trusting yourself. 

No, you don’t know how strong you are yet. But you will. 

Because life is going to show you. 

And when it does, you’ll rise not because you’re unbreakable, but because you learned how to rebuild, again and again, on your own terms. 

So, breathe. 

Loosen your grip. 

You don’t need to rush. 

You are already becoming who you were meant to be. 

With fierce love, 

Your 50-Year-Old Self