What I know is that not everyone will be excited to see you growing and healing. I know that not everyone is going to be on your side. You have to keep fighting and growing anyway. They don’t like it because they don’t understand how you can continue to survive. Your survival is your own. Your survival cannot be dictated by anyone else. Each breath is your choice. Choose it for you.
You are powerful. You are strong. You are stronger, more powerful than the traumas of your past. You are stronger, more powerful than the hurts in your life. You are so much stronger, more powerful than you realize. Keep fighting.
Hey. Listen to me. This, like you, is important. You are beautiful. Your persistence and determination are beautiful. Your work is beautiful. Your fight is beautiful. Your rests are beautiful. Your strength, joy, hurt are beautiful. Your heart is beautiful. Your mind is beautiful. Your body is beautiful. That body of yours is fighting to keep your here. It wants you to keep going, and so do I, beautiful one.
You have fought. You have worked. You have struggled. You have succeeded. You have fallen. You have carried. You have been carried. Warrior, life is long. It takes work, and you continue to put in that work, even when it feels impossible to do. Keep fighting and working, warrior. You’re worth it.
Friend, setbacks will happen. Things will happen that are out of your control. They may affect you. That’s hard. They may take you back a few steps. That’s harder. Nonetheless, you are valid. You are still in control of yourself. You are still strong. I desperately wish you did not have to keep using your full strength, that it could lay to rest for a while. Still, you are strong. Keep fighting.
Friend, you’re doing fine. It may not feel like it. To the outside world it may not look like it. You are though. You are here, and that’s incredible. You’re still fighting, even when you want to give up. You are still here. That’s a truly beautiful thing.