Dear You,

If you are reading this, it means you are still here. The night did not swallow you whole. The silence did not win. And even if your chest still feels heavy, this moment carries proof: your breath continues.

I will not tell you to be strong. I will not ask you to rise quickly. I only want to remind you that staying is already an act of courage. That even when your voice shakes, your existence speaks louder than despair.

Sometimes surviving one more hour is the bravest thing a soul can do. And you did that. You are doing that now.

Please remember: you don’t need to shine brightly to be worthy. You don’t need to be fixed to be loved. You don’t need to explain the darkness you carry — it is enough that you are still here.

And I am here with you.

If you cannot feel hope, borrow mine for a while. If you cannot see the stars, trust that they still remember your name. If you cannot find the path, let your breath be the only step you take today.

You matter. You are loved. You are not alone.

With quiet faith,
— Someone who cares