self-care – Jacquline Njeri

To the Me Who Laughed Through the Pain

I remember you so clearly. Always smiling, always cracking jokes, always being the one who lightened the room. No one knew that the laughter came from a place of survival.

To the Girl I Used to Be, You Deserved More

Dear Me, I think about you sometimes. The version of me who tried so hard to be enough. The girl who smiled through exhaustion, who kept saying she was fine

To the Group That Never Noticed I Was Hurting

Dear Friends, I used to sit among you and laugh until my cheeks hurt. I played along, joined the conversations, and matched your energy as best as I could. You