The letter I never sent

I found something in my desk drawer yesterday.

A letter I wrote three years ago but never sent. The ink had faded, but

the words were still there: raw, honest, trembling on the page.

It was addressed to someone who hurt me. Someone I'd never confronted. Someone I'd spent years making excuses for in my head.

Reading it again, I realized something: I wasn't just writing to them.I was writing to myself.

That's what Carolyn does. It holds up a mirror to the letters we never send, the conversations we never have, the truths we keep locked away.

Maybe you have letters like that too. Words that sit heavy in your chest. Things you wish you could say but don't know how.

Carolyn doesn't promise you'll find the perfect words or the courage to send every letter. But it does something more important. It reminds you that feeling those things, thinking those thoughts, carrying that weight... it's all part of being beautifully, messily human.

Some readers tell us they cried. Others say they felt angry. A few said they finally picked up the phone.

All of them said they felt seen.

Your unsent letters matter. Your unspoken words have power. And you, exactly as you are right now, are enough.