I think it’s beautiful — the way you show up in this
world, unguarded and willing to try again, despite
all of the ways it has tried to defeat you. I think it’s
beautiful, the way you tuck courage into yourself each
morning, the way you refuse to be anything but hopeful in this world, despite the inner battles you fight,
despite the struggles you have experienced for so long.
I think it’s beautiful — the way you twist your losses
into lessons, the way you fight even when you feel
weak. You are not weak. There is a resounding level of
courage to be found in being the person who continues to heal, even when it hurts. There is a resounding
level of bravery to be found in being the person who
believes in the light, even when they cannot see it.
