I would do anything to be able to wrap my arms around you and hug every stitching of your pain away.
You just told me you don’t know if you're supposed to be here. Goodness, it was like a knife itched those words on my chest. It left scars that forced me to put one finger in front of the other and write for you.
For you, someone who is hurting and has been for a long time now.
Here I am. I pull you up out of the hole of despair you have found yourself suffocating in. I give you a breath of gentle air and I promise you… You will survive.
The pain that you are in right now… You will survive this.
Right here, right now, you are saved.
All you really need is that simple, genuine reminder: You will survive this, you are saved.
Healing comes in waves.
It is rough and then it is calm. It throws your entire body and soul into the roughest waters and then gently with the most reassuring grace, it brings you to the warmth of the shore.
Your body floats freely while your face leans up and faces the sun and realizes… you survived.
I will be your hiding place.
I will protect you from trouble.
I will hold you. I will make you believe you are pretty enough, skinny enough, bright enough, worthy enough.
I will spread in to you one thing: truth.
You are all of these things, and so much more.