Last August, I found myself back in Italy — a place that holds a special meaning for me. It wasn’t my first time there, but this trip wasn’t only about holiday and travel. It was also about leaning into growth in ways that felt both beautiful and painful.

A heartfelt letter to the younger self — the one who felt different, unsure, and alone. This piece explores the grief of outgrowing old identities, the pain of chasing control, and the healing found in reconnecting with your true self.

I’ve just returned from the most incredible, transformative month in Italy…