Dear You, From Me

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05/03/2026

Fall if you must, but don't stay down... 🤍

Be gentle with me...
02/03/2026

Be gentle with me...

My story.
24/02/2026

My story.

24/02/2026

Some moments don’t need filters. Just gratitude, growth, and a heart that keeps going. 🤍

I fall, I rise, I keep going
19/02/2026

I fall, I rise, I keep going

Out of the blue, I called his number. I didn’t think it would ring, but it did—and I froze. My heart raced, my hands wen...
16/02/2026

Out of the blue, I called his number. I didn’t think it would ring, but it did—and I froze. My heart raced, my hands went cold, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. When it went to voicemail, I texted instead, not because I had the right words, but because silence felt heavier than reaching out. Now I’m sitting here hoping for a response, reminding myself that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness—it just means I loved deeply, and part of me still does.

08/02/2026

After everything I’ve been through, even the hardest parts, I’ve learned that people come and go—no matter the place they once held in your life.

I am a lost daughter who needed a mother, but she died when I was only 11. And even after becoming a mother myself, for almost 23 years I’ve still longed to be guided and loved by my own parents.

I have no family or relatives to run to when I need someone to lean on. Maybe this is the quiet cost of being far from my own country.

When I am sick, I still get up—because a little one depends on me. I am weak, yet strong at the same time, carrying everything on my own. This is the price I pay for choosing to be a single mother.

So I choose to live where my heart feels right, for this moment.

01/02/2026

Here and breathing ...

31/01/2026

At 32. A quiet beginning.

I wish to slowly bloom again. At my own pace.

Thankful for the love that showed up when I needed it most 🖤 🤍

Xoxo

31/01/2026

The birthday greetings were incredibly warm, and they honestly made me emotional. This year has been heavy in ways I never imagined, and there were moments I was just trying to survive one day at a time.

Reading your messages, feeling your kindness, and knowing that so many of you took a moment to check in on me reminded me that I’m not alone, even in my hardest seasons.

I’m deeply grateful for every kind word, every thoughtful message, and every quiet show of support. They gave me strength on days when I felt like I had very little left to give.

At 32, I’m learning that healing isn’t a straight line, and hope doesn’t always come loudly — sometimes it arrives through people who care, through love shown in simple ways.

I’m carrying all of that with me as I move forward. Still healing, still learning, but choosing to believe that better days are ahead. Thank you for being part of this chapter of my life. 🤍

Love you all 💐

MAMA WAS HALF LOVED and learned how to survive on fragments.She stayed where love arrived and ended without warning. No ...
30/01/2026

MAMA WAS HALF LOVED
and learned how to survive on fragments.

She stayed where love arrived and ended without warning. No answers. No explanation.

She learned how to fill the gaps herself. How to quiet her needs so nothing would fall apart.

2025 was when the fragments finally cut her.

The future she trusted disappeared without a word. No ending. Just absence she was expected to carry alone.

Motherhood didn’t soften the truth. It made it unavoidable.

Because she could not teach her child to live on pieces and call it love.

So she stopped surviving. She stopped accepting almost. She stopped holding what was never hers to fix.

Mama was half loved and is slowly finding her way back to herself.

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