Be a light in the dark. Shine brightly for those who have lost their way in the storm. Use your story to help another person continue their own. You are loved. You are significant. You belong here. Be blessed!
The reason I love the sunlight so much is because it reminds me that the darkness ends when the light begins. When the sun hugs my skin I feel warm, safe, and I even feel loved. Everyday I wake up to the sun greeting me and it gives me hope that the day can be beautiful.
Even when things go wrong, even when I feel broken, and even when my heart crumbles I just look outside the window and see the light flowing across this world and it helps me breathe.
Superman got his strength from the sun, and it’s the same for me. The light fills up my soul and encourages me to fight. And on those nights when my mind’s a mess, I think of meeting the sun in the morning and I have peace.
Healing comes from simple things like knowing the sun will rise, and so can I, and so can you my friend.
Enjoy the light today, and find hope again in the beauty of this world.
I hope you are doing okay in your part of the world. I hope the sunshine soothes the wounds in your heart. I hope you found a reason to dance to the rhythm inside of you. I hope the stars reminded you of the brightness in your soul. I hope you are whole and happy and know what it means to be loved.
Always, I hope that you are healing, growing, smiling, and enjoying your life. You are so beautiful in mind, in heart, in soul, and in body. If you are struggling today I hope these words would wrap around your bruised spirit and remind you that you are significant and worthy. A bad day doesn’t equal a bad tomorrow. Sleep and have faith in the possibilities of a new day.
Love, day by day you will find your way. Hang in there, and fight for all the dreams inside of you. I can’t wait to see them bloom.
Whatever your pit looks like, don’t stay in it. Don’t let the depth nor its darkness deceive you into believing you belong there. You do not belong there. You never belonged there. You got stuck and you got hurt and you stopped dreaming. You stopped hoping that life could be more than the lies, the hate, and the fear that kept you chained in this pit. In this hellhole that reeks of despair.
Sweetheart, you don’t belong in the darkness. You don’t deserve to walk around in your skin feeling unsafe and unloved and unseen. It is not your fate to spend everyday feeling broken and lonely and inadequate. You were not born to live each day as an apology to the world for being alive.
You are here, and you are important, and you are needed. I hope everyday from today you wake up knowing and feeling that you matter so much. So much more than any words I could weave together could ever explain.
You are radiant and wonderful and precious. And there will times when you don’t believe that, but I pray that those times will be few and far between. Even more I hope that when those moments come you will speak into the void “I am alive, and I will live my life well. I will enjoy the present moment as it is, and make the most of my time. I will not allow anything or anyone to dampen my spirit or dim my light. I will rise from every fall and keep going.”
The pit is not your home. It is not where you belong. Even if you have to crawl out that’s okay. You just have to leave it, and find the light again. You have to try again. You have to fight again. You have to choose life again.
You belong here. Your story is still being written. This pit is not the end of you, it does not get to claim you. Today you can rise again and day by day you can learn how to breathe, and what it means to come alive.
Hope is being able to find color in the seemingly black and white situations of life. Being able to see beyond what is into what could be. Hope is faith in the possibilities. Believing that this is not all there is to my story.
I am finding hope more and more. I notice the colors more. I see the flickers of light they awaken in me.
And it feels good. It feels so good!
YOU ARE NOT…
You are not a horrible person.
You are not insane or crazy or stupid.
You are not ugly. You are not disgusting. You are not trash.
You are not what he did, or what they said, or how she felt.
You are not a number on a scale.
You are not weak when you are vulnerable.
You are not a grade inked on a sheet of paper.
You are not a coward because you have fears. We all have fears.
You are not a lost cause just because you are still searching.
You are not foolish because you care so deeply about things most people don’t take the time to notice.
You are not unworthy because of your past or the mistakes you made.
You are not doomed to misery no matter what your doubts scream in your ears.
You are not hopeless just because you fall and fail.
You are not insignificant. You are not invisible. You are not inadequate even though you don’t measure to the world’s standards of success.
You are not damaged beyond repair even after all these years.
You are not the sins of another or the tragedy of others.
You are not limited to how you grew up or who you loved.
You are not the mistakes or expectations of your parents. Or anyone for that matter.
You are not defeated even though you are wounded.
You are not silly. Your dreams belong to you. They are not silly.
You are not empty. There is light, and art, and love in you.
You are not the only one who feels the way you do, sees the world with dreamy eyes, or hopes that it truly does get better.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
You are never alone.
We will find each other. You will find me, and I will find you. I truly believe somehow we will all find the people we need in this world. We will meet, and it will be a beautiful day when I finally see your smile and the light of joy and peace in your eyes.
Until then remember these words and remember that I mean every single one.