I wrote this for the readers of the To Write Love on Her Arms at UCF blog. I hope you can find hope and strength in its words.
I want you to know that I’m glad you exist. I’m glad you’re here to breathe the air, to play in the grass and dance in the rain. I’m glad you’re here to read my words. I hope it encourages you as much as it encouraged me as I wrote it.
The struggle is real. This I know. I know that some days it’s hard to wake up. To carry on. To find hope in the mundane. But keep pushing on. It will get better. It has to. Keep the faith in the hard times. The struggle means that a plot twist is on it’s way and it’ll get better soon.
I want you to know that you are important. Even on days that you hate what you’re wearing, feel bloated, ugly, useless, worthless, like a nuisance, you are still one of kind. You are loved. No one else can…
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