When Your Laughter is Loved

Dear Laughing Soul,

There is a beauty—a reverence—in being witnessed. Not for what you do. Not for how well you hide your pain. Not for the ways you show strength so effortlessly it secretly wears you out. But simply for being yourself. For the sound of your laughter, like music. For the light you give when you aren’t holding yourself back just to keep peace, where your full presence isn’t easily accepted.

There is no greater intimacy than someone loving your joy without questioning where it comes from.

To be loved for your wild smile. For the echo of your laughter that once unsettled others. To be seen in that pure joy—the kind that made people say, “You’re too much.” To finally hear, “God, you’re breathtaking.” That is transcendence.

We learn that self-love is earned by becoming more polished, perfect, or tolerable. But the truth is: we were always enough. Not because we healed perfectly. Not because we silenced our rage. Not because we made our pain easier to bear.

But because we found the courage to come home to ourselves, unguarded and complete.

And when you love yourself—truly love yourself—it is an act of holy rebellion. You become like a sacred altar, a source of warmth and light, and a gentle affirmation that resonates through you. You no longer plead for a sense of belonging. You stop making yourself smaller for others. You show up as you are and remain, present and sure, without needing to explain yourself.

There is no performance. There is no mask. No need to fill the space with words. There is just you. In your silence. In joy. In your fullness.

Let this be your daily devotion: To laugh fully. To take up meaningful space. To hold your peacefulness close, like a soft tambourine pressed against you. To stop apologizing for the richness of your spirit.

A rare love finds you when you see that solitude is not loneliness—it’s sovereignty. In this stillness, with no need to perform, something sacred happens. People show up. The right ones. Not to complete you, but to honor who you already are.

The ones who cherish the sound of your laughter like a prayer. The ones who don’t need you to shrink. Don’t need you to translate your joy into something smaller. The ones who meet you where you already are: whole.

You will know them not by what they say, but by how your nervous system exhales in their presence.

By the gentle ease that settles in, where nothing needs to be forced.

By how your joy feels safe.

By how little you have to say. Yet, how deeply you are understood.

This is the beauty of loving yourself.

This is the divine gift of being loved without distortion.

If someone says your laugh is too loud, too much—smile.

Because they have never experienced the full meaning of what it means to be truly alive.

You are not too much.

You are the rhythm.

The sun is breaking through the clouds.

You are the dance of liberation, every movement a celebration of freedom.

The proof that joy can exist even after devastation.

You are the clear, true sound of your whole self coming back together.

Loud, unapologetic, and breathtaking.

With all my presence,

Sherley Delia

Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy

Where Healing is Not a Trend, But a Sacred Birthright