I wrote myself a love letter this week. It gave me a little lift and made me smile. I encourage you to do the same for yourself. It’s a beautiful exercise. Here’s mine:
We’ve spent a lot of time over the last three months healing physically and emotionally, and I just want to say that I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not running and hiding when things got scary. You faced the ugly, frightening parts of yourself and made yourself deal. You cried fear out of your system, said goodbye to painful memories and the need to have total control. You got to know God: presented the most vulnerable version of yourself in prayer and experienced total acceptance. You embraced silence and learned how to fill your subconscious with healthy thoughts. You dealt with a hard season and came out stronger on the other side. For that, I salute you.
I love your commitment to truth,
Your passion for peace,
Your courage to pursue what feels impossible sometimes.
Your smile is contagious.
Your groundedness is enviable.
Your willingness to learn excites me.
Don’t let life’s circumstances define you: you already know who you are. Stay open to love. So much of it is available if you refuse to close your heart. Freely receive it and freely give it. Stay honest, even when it scares you. Keep believing for greater, and it will happen honey.
You will see your dreams come true.
You will end generational curses in your lifetime.
Your children and grandchildren will call you blessed and want to model their lives after yours.
Health, wealth and sweet companionship are yours. Expect and accept nothing less.
I love you.
I see you.
And I’m so stinkin’ proud of you.
About me . . .
I'm Cyrah Hill. I'm a woman of faith, an actor and an everyday black girl.