Dear little old me,
I want to pause and thank you—the version of me who stood at the beginning of this MSW journey, unsure but determined. You were only a few months post‑c‑section, still healing physically while balancing the demands of being a mom, working full time, and diving into graduate school. It was exhausting, overwhelming, and at times felt impossible, yet you held on. You believed you could, and you did.
Now, in this final semester, the weight feels different. Showing up for family, work, and school has stretched you in ways you never imagined. Yet, even in the midst of grief and responsibility, you’ve found ways to care for yourself—small acts of rest, reflection, and resilience that have kept you moving forward.
I am proud of you. Proud of the sacrifices, the perseverance, and the courage it took to keep going. Proud of your ability to continue to reinvent yourself and adapt. Proud of you for finally learning to ask for help when you need it and for allowing your “village” to show up for you and carry you on days when your legs gave out. When you walk across that commencement stage in May, with your family watching and your daughter seeing the embodiment of strength and dedication, it will be a moment of triumph not just for you, but for everyone you’ve carried along the way.
Yes, the future feels uncertain, and anxiety lingers about what lies ahead. But trust yourself—you are equipped, prepared, and capable. You’ve already proven that you can withstand storms and still rise.
With love and gratitude,
Me.
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