Letters from Marguerite

Dear You, I see you. I see the way you wake up each morning with the weight of a thousand thoughts already sitting on your chest. I see how you smile even when your soul feels stretched thin. I see how you keep going, even when your heart whispers, “I’m so tired.” This letter is for you—the one who is showing up for everyone else while quietly crumbling on the inside. The one who holds space for others, but rarely finds a soft place to land herself. The one who is tired—not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually, deeply. I don’t know exactly what you’re carrying, but I know it’s heavy. Maybe it’s the exhaustion of doing everything right and still feeling like it’s not enough. Maybe it’s the heartbreak that lingers just beneath the surface. Maybe it’s the mental load of motherhood, of being needed by everyone all the time. Or maybe it’s the quiet ache of feeling unseen, even while surrounded by people. Whatever your tired looks like—whether it’s loud or silent—I want you to kno...

 Dear You,  I wanted this post to be perfect. I wanted it to say exactly the right thing. But I’ve realized that this space— Letters from Marguerite —isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about honesty. It’s about showing up with an open heart. So, here I am. My name is Marguerite. I’m a writer(or atleast i think i am), a woman navigating life one lesson at a time, a listener by nature, and a soul who finds comfort in quiet reflection. I love reading stories, organizing chaos, making sense of tangled emotions, and simply talking to people—not just about their dreams, but about their fears too. This blog is born from my deep desire to connect through words—to write the way I talk to the people I care about, with truth, warmth, and no masks. Each post here will be a letter. Sometimes to you. Sometimes to the woman I used to be. Sometimes to the world I’m still trying to understand. But always real. I created Letters from Marguerite because I believe that storyte...