22 years of becoming who you are today through every good day, every breakdown, every lesson, every version of yourself you had to leave behind just to keep going. I know sometimes you are harder on yourself than anyone else could ever be, but I hope one day you realize that you don’t always have to fight everything alone. I hope this age becomes more than just “getting older.” I hope it becomes the year you finally feel at peace with yourself. The year you stop carrying every wound like it’s your responsibility to suffer from it forever. The year you learn that being loved should feel safe, not exhausting. Thank you for letting me know the parts of you that not everyone gets to see. Even the complicated ones. Even the messy ones. Despite everything, there are still parts of you that I will always cherish deeply. And if there’s one thing I truly wish for you at 22, it’s this: I hope you become someone who no longer needs to survive life, but finally gets to live it.