You are me & I am you

Dear Me,

I know you're somewhere inside me.

Quiet. Reserved. Sometimes almost invisible.

And yet—still alive.

I remember you when you were loud—

Full of hope, curiosity, and gentle confidence.

When you believed you could understand the world,

And that you were enough.

Today, you're not so loud anymore.

You’re covered by a fog of thoughts, worries, doubts, and inner battles.

But I haven't forgotten you.

Because you are me. And I am you.

I know you hide when anxiety screams,

When psychosis feels real,

And when depression drains the light from you.

But I ask you—please stay.

Even if you're quiet, you're real.

Even if you're tired, you're true.

Even if you're drowned out by other voices in me,

You’re the one who knows who I really am—

Without fear, without doubt, without the desperate need to be more.

Today, I'm writing to you because I want to invite you back.

Not as a savior.

Not as a fighter.

Just as a companion.

If you're ready, I will listen.

If you need time, I will wait.

If you don’t want to speak, I’ll still sit beside you and just breathe.

Because I don’t want to live without you anymore.

You are me. And I want myself back.

Yours,

(Me)