Dear RE: "Dear To Whoever Finds This",

Hi, Hello, Hey.
It's your sister here.
Or at least, we should be because of how much we relate to each other.
I typically check this website to read other letters in hopes to find myself in them, someone who knows how it feels.

So I found you.

I know how it feels being the friend who is always depended on.
We're constantly making sure everyone else it okay, even if it means sacrificing ourselves. I know how it is to be scared to tell someone about what we feel on the inside, scared to be judged, to hurt someone else in the process. I don't ever want that to be the case, I just want some help too.

Apart from all of that, I'm constantly questioning who I am. Am I actually worth something? To me, to anyone?
Whenever I find someone who claims to care, I'm immediately stuck onto them. But every time I do, I'm used, I'm mistreated, I'm nothing. I must be the most naïve person to exist, really. I've been like this my whole life, loving someone with every part of myself, giving them everything I have left. Still, I never, never, get any of it reciprocated. Not even a little bit. I just wish I could tell someone that. You too?

We're so scared.

But you know what?

I see you.

And by the looks of it, you're just like me.
So, I'm telling you what I wish someone would tell me.

You are worth it.
You are seen.
I see you.
I see you trying to hold on.
And I'm so, so proud of you for it.
That's something that takes strength.
You are stronger than anything you could imagine.
And you're right, it's okay to not be okay.
It's okay to feel angry, sad, joyful, and scared.
Your feelings are valid, don't think you don't deserve that.
Everyone deserves to be seen, prioritized, loved, and comforted.
We just sometimes have to wait for the right person.
And trust me, if they are right, they will see you.

Sometimes finding good people is like walking a beach after a storm.
You'll step on sharp shells,
bits that cut, pieces that never learned how to be whole.

But if you keep going-
past the debris, past the things that sting-
you eventually find the smooth stones,
the ones shaped by time and patience,
the ones worth keeping in your pocket.

so keep fighting.

you, my darling, are not alone.