Letters Unsent

Letters Unsent is a collection of reflections and musings—thoughts I often write as letters to myself or to an imagined world. These words remain unsent, holding emotions and ideas meant for deeper reflection, waiting to be shared with those who pause to listen.

To obsessively and unnecessarily laugh at life

February 22, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 1 min read

What they name dissociation, depression, anxiety, and emotional numbing is my life. Am I just pathetic, or is this what it means to be human?

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And if you ask for it a million more times, I just will

February 21, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 2 min read

If something is good for you, I will give it to you a million billion times. And if you ask for it a million more times, I will give it to you. letters unsent

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From beast to human: your presence tames the wild inside

February 20, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 1 min read

The monster inside me feels human when I’m with you.
And with you, the monster inside me feels human. I want to feel human.

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A poem of love and loss —honoring Palestine’s struggles

February 19, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 1 min read

I would die for this land—for its moonrises and sunsets — honoring Palestine’s struggles, a poem of love and loss for Palestinians by sadia hakim

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The leper society — a world rotting in silence

February 18, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 3 min read

There was a time when a wound was meant to hurt, but we have become a leprous society that is rotting in silence. — Sadia Hakim

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For people like me, love is spelled differently

February 18, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 4 min read

Love is more than four letters — it’s about showing up when it matters, holding space without expectations, and offering

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Am I insane for questioning the life they call perfect?

February 17, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 2 min read

They call me insane for questioning the life they call perfect. Am I insane for questioning the life they call perfect?— s.h.Ali (Sadia Hakim)

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Delicate things aren’t meant for shelves

February 15, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 3 min read

I never understood why people wait for special days to use the things they love. Delicate things aren’t just for shelves, special occasions, or guests.

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Pain of a dead society — a generation that feels nothing

February 15, 2025 • Letters Unsent • 2 min read

There was a time when pain demanded a reaction—when injustice burned in the chest, when sorrow welled up in the eyes, when rage found its voice.

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Dear diary, I have destroyed myself

December 27, 2024 • Letters Unsent • 1 min read

Dear Diary,

I have destroyed myself. I have destroyed myself. My heart, my soul, my dreams, and that little kid inside who had the recklessness

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