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To God
Dear God, There are some thank you's that come easily in life. Thank You for the blessing. Thank You for the answered prayer. Thank You for the moments that feel whole and uncomplicated and beautiful from the beginning. But this thank you is different. This thank you was not born in comfort. It was born in survival. It was shaped slowly over years of healing, years of grieving, years of learning how to live inside a story I never would have chosen for myself. This thank you w
Kelsay Parrott
May 134 min read
To those who have gone before and those to come
To those who came before me, and those who will come after me, This thank you is larger than my story of survival. Larger than the language of scars, hospitals, healing, or even the word “journey.” It is a thank you for the ordinary fabric of life itself—the unseen inheritance of human endurance, and the quiet continuation of everyday living that carries people like me, and all of us, forward. To those who came before me— I thank you not only for surviving extraordinary thing
Kelsay Parrott
May 134 min read
To Everyone Else
This is a thank you that doesn’t belong to one face, one title, or one moment I can clearly point to. It belongs to the quiet presence of people who crossed my path briefly and still left something lasting. To the ones who may never know the weight of what their kindness meant. To the ones who never saw the full story, but still added something important to it anyway. There are people in my life who never stood at the center of my story, but were still part of its structure.
Kelsay Parrott
May 133 min read
To the Scars
Dear Scars, There was a time I thought loving myself meant learning how to look past you. I thought healing would arrive the day I no longer noticed you in mirrors, photographs, passing reflections in windows, or quiet moments before sleep. I thought peace meant reaching some future version of myself untouched by grief over what my body had become. I believed acceptance would feel like distance—as though one day I would finally stand far enough away from the fire that shaped
Kelsay Parrott
May 135 min read
To My Future Husband and Family
Dear Future Husband and Family, Thank you for loving me before you ever fully knew the weight of what that would mean. Thank you for choosing a life with someone whose heart has been shaped by both deep beauty and deep pain. Someone who learned early how fragile life could be. Someone who spent years trying to understand how suffering and hope could exist inside the same body at the same time. Someone who sometimes still carries memories quietly, not because they control me a
Kelsay Parrott
May 135 min read
To Healing a Burned Soul
Dear Healing a Burned Soul, Thank you for being born before I fully understood what you were becoming. Thank you for beginning as a fragile idea in the middle of my own rebuilding and somehow growing into something that now carries purpose far larger than myself. You entered my life quietly at first—through thoughts I could not ignore, through words I kept returning to, through the ache of wanting my suffering to become something more than suffering alone. I did not create yo
Kelsay Parrott
May 135 min read
To my Co-workers and Volunteer Leaders
Dear Co-Workers and Ministry Volunteer Leaders, Thank you for believing in my passions in a way that did not feel conditional or fragile, but steady and real. You didn’t treat what I care about as something to be fit in only when convenient, but as something worth making room for. That kind of support is not common, and I don’t take it lightly. It has meant a great deal to be in a space where what I carry inside me—my desire to serve, to contribute, to be useful in meaningful
Kelsay Parrott
May 134 min read
To my Beloved Family
Dear my beloved family, There are some kinds of love that cannot fully be explained because they were not simply spoken — they were lived. Yours was lived. In hospital rooms and long nights. In silence and sacrifice. In prayers whispered through exhaustion. In the steady decision to remain beside me through every version of my life, even when the road became painful, complicated, and uncertain. When people hear the word “survivor,” they often think about the person who physic
Kelsay Parrott
May 135 min read
To Myself
Dear Self, To My Younger Self, Thank you for surviving the days you thought you could not. Thank you for waking up to rooms that felt too sterile, too bright, too unfamiliar, and still finding a way to breathe through them. Thank you for learning the sound of hospital machines before you ever learned how to feel “normal” in your own body. Thank you for holding on through surgeries, fear, loneliness, confusion, and pain that was far too heavy for a child to carry. And thank yo
Kelsay Parrott
May 135 min read
To the Therapist
Dear Therapists, There are not enough words for people who helped teach me how to live inside my body again. Physical therapists. Occupational therapists. Speech therapists. Mental health professionals. Every one of you who stepped into the long, exhausting, frustrating process of rebuilding what pain tried to take away— thank you. I know now that therapy was never simply about exercises, stretches, goals, or charts. It was about teaching me how to believe in a future again.
Kelsay Parrott
May 133 min read
To the additional Care Team
Dear Additional Care Team, This letter goes out to Child Life, Home Nursing, and every member of the additional care teams who stepped into my life and carried pieces of it so faithfully over the years. Thank you for caring about me as a person long before you cared about me as a patient. There is something profoundly sacred about the people who walk into hard places willingly. The people who are not intimidated by pain, exhaustion, fear, or uncertainty. The people who enter
Kelsay Parrott
May 133 min read
To Camps, Retreats, and Programs
Dear Camps, Retreats, and Programs, How do you thank the places that helped give you your life back? Not just my survival. Not just my recovery. My life. Because what you gave me was never limited to activities, cabins, schedules, workshops, or support groups. What you created was far holier than that. You created spaces where hurting people could lay down the unbearable weight they had been carrying and realize, sometimes for the very first time, that they did not have to ca
Kelsay Parrott
May 134 min read
To my Friends
Dear Friends, Thank you. Those two words feel far too small for everything I carry in my heart when I think about the people who have walked beside me through life. Some of you stepped in during the hardest seasons of my journey. Some of you have quietly loved me through ordinary days that became extraordinary simply because you were there. Some of you may never fully realize the impact you have had on my life, but I hope this letter helps you understand at least a little of
Kelsay Parrott
May 132 min read
To my Best Friends
Dear Best Friends, How do you thank the people who held pieces of your life together when everything felt like it was falling apart? There are some pains in life so deep that words can never fully touch them. Some nights so heavy that even breathing feels exhausting. Some seasons where you no longer recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror. And yet, somehow, through every version of me, every scar, every surgery, every fear, every victory, every meltdown, every
Kelsay Parrott
May 133 min read
To those who researched for me
Dear those who have researched for me, Thank you. Truly, deeply, thank you. Thank you for the countless hours spent in labs long after the world had gone to sleep. Thank you for the papers written, the experiments repeated, the failures that had to happen before breakthroughs could come, and the determination it took to keep believing there had to be something better for patients like me. Most people will never see your work. They will never know the weight carried in resear
Kelsay Parrott
May 122 min read
To those who held my family
Dear those who held my family, Thank you for being there for my family when they needed someone to hold them. I know what happened hurt them deeper than I will ever fully understand. There are wounds that spread farbeyond the person lying in the hospital bed. Trauma echoes through entire families, throughsleepless nights, whispered prayers, exhausted tears, unanswered questions, and the unbearable feeling of watching someone you love suffer while being unable to fix it. And s
Kelsay Parrott
May 122 min read
To My teachers and professors
Dear Teachers and Professors, Thank you for your wisdom in the midst of what often felt like a never-ending battle. Thank you for continuing to teach me through the absences, the surgeries, the exhaustion, the setbacks, and all the moments where life interrupted what should have been a normal education. Thank you for not reducing me to “the sick student” or treating me as though my circumstances defined my potential. Instead, you often held me to a higher standard than the o
Kelsay Parrott
May 123 min read
To the Old Souls
Dear Old Souls, This is my affectionate name for my antique-loving friends. You know who you are. The ones who reenact history with joy in your eyes, wander antique stores with me for hours, swing dance on a Saturday night, listen to records crackle to life, drive the antique car down the road with no concern for the clock, and somehow make the world feel slower, softer, and more beautiful again. Thank you for helping me remember that the past is not something to discard, but
Kelsay Parrott
May 123 min read
To My Fellow Burn Survivors
There are some people you meet in life who understand things without needing every explanation. People who can look at you and somehow recognize both the pain and the strength at the same time. That is what meeting all of you felt like for me. From the moment I met you, something in my heart changed. Maybe because for the first time in a long time, I did not feel like I had to explain every part of my story in order to be understood. You already knew the language of survival.
Kelsay Parrott
May 74 min read
To the Ones who have Hurt me
This is a hard thank you letter to write. Why? Because it is so counter cultural. But it is so needed. Thank you for hurting me in the way you did to help me grow in the places I have. Like a piece of china that was shattered and filled with gold, what was broken in me did not stay wasted. Your actions cut deep, your words cut deeper. There are things that were said and done that I will not pretend were small. There are moments I still remember that changed how I saw myself,
Kelsay Parrott
May 74 min read
Sensitive Content:
As a trauma pastor and survivor, I find it essential to alert readers to sensitive topics, ensuring they feel safe and aren’t caught off guard. A simple warning can prevent harm, so please approach this content mindfully. If it may be sensitive for you, consider reading at a safer time or skipping it altogether. If something causes distress, please seek help from a licensed counselor, pastor, or trusted friend. Note that it’s impossible to warn for all triggers, so please advocate for yourself and assess the content before engaging. Thank you for understanding and for helping create a safer environment for all!
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