Day 8: Messages I Wish Someone Had Sent Me

Date: August 05, 2025

Author: Stacey Sylvester-Carter

There are days I scroll through my phone, not really looking for anything — just hoping something will find me. A quote. A message. A reminder that someone sees me. That someone knows.

But sometimes, the message never comes.

So today, I decided to write the ones I wish someone had sent me. Maybe they’re for you, too.

💌 To the woman who’s holding it all together but feels like she’s unraveling:
You don’t always have to be strong. You don’t have to smile when your heart is breaking. It’s okay to let the pieces fall — because they weren’t meant to be carried like this forever.

💌 To the woman who gave too many chances:
You didn’t fail because you loved deeply. You are not weak because you hoped. That says nothing about your worth and everything about your heart. Please stop punishing yourself for their inability to grow.

💌 To the woman sitting in silence, wondering if anyone notices:
I see you. Your quiet strength echoes louder than their noise. You are not invisible. You are not forgettable. You matter — more than you know.

💌 To the woman who forgave what she should have walked away from:
You did what you needed to survive. Survival doesn’t make you foolish. It makes you brave. But now? Now you get to choose something better. You get to choose you.

💌 To me, in the middle of the storm:
You won’t always feel this heavy. The nights will get quieter. The tears won’t always sting. There will come a time when you won’t have to pretend to be okay — because you will be.

Maybe no one ever sent these words when I needed them most. But that ends today. Because I’m sending them now — to myself, and to you, if you need them too.

We don’t always get the messages we need in time. But healing begins when we write them anyway.

🎵 Spotify Pairing:

“Rescue” by Lauren Daigle
A reminder that you're never truly alone, even in your silence.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7r9kOxiNDnkAg5QKqtyjVk

Because every chapter counts — even the ones we write in the dark.
– Stacey