If I could have one wish granted.
If I could have one wish granted, it would be that you could see yourself the way others see you. The way they actually see you, not the way your shadow will have you believe. Your passion. Your charm. Your unbelievable intelligence. The way you light up a room just by being there, not needing to say a word. The way you care for others and the way you love; even when you feel no care or love for yourself. You are an important person. You are bright and valuable. You are worthy of living and you are worthy of joy. And you’ll find it. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week. Maybe not even this year. But you’ll get there. You’ll reach a point where you aren’t numb; where your first thought isn’t whether today will be the day you decide it’s not possible to keep going. You’ll feel the weight that’s wedged on top of your shoulders lessen ever so slightly. There’s a light somewhere — in amongst the mess — and that light will get a little bit brighter as time goes on. I’m not going to say ‘time is a healer’. You’ve no doubt been told that quite a bit. You just grow around the pain. You grow around the hurt. You grow around the mess. Stop apologising for having feelings; they’re valid and they’re real. You are not ‘too intense’. You’re enough and you matter. Promise.