To the Part of Me That Got Shit Done

A Letter to My Productive Self

A letter of thanks & gratitude to my productive self, and an offering to let her go and be free with my other parts in the cove at Laguna Beach.

(When I mention parts, that’s in reference to clinical psychology & parts work - something that has profoundly helped me move through deep old wounds)

To my productive protector,

Thank you for keeping a fire lit under me to help me stay in a form of presence while I was in turmoil internally. Thank you for being the driving force of my will to keep going, even through all of my pain. Thank you for holding my hand and telling me “let’s go,” “you can,” & “keep going.”

It’s your resilience that has helped shape who I am, who I get to be now. We have powered through so many storms and we have risen from the ashes. We have pulled each other up countless times. We fought through all of it to be here now.

I desperately needed you to carry me through all of this. I want you to know how truly grateful I am. I also want you to know your work is done. You can rest now. We both can! Please allow yourself to bask in the warm sunlight. Let the soft sand melt onto your skin —

breathe in the salt air, listen to the ocean as the waves flow in and out. This is a remembrance — you are the ocean and it breathes just like you.

Slow and steady, with love and purpose.

You are free now to soak up the sun — see it sparkle on the water, feel the ocean breeze. And know I am stronger now. I’ve got this!

Thank you. I love you.

♥️

Amy