I want you to know that even though this world seems so lonely and scary, it is full of life and love and wonder if you open your heart to it.

I want you to know that this heartbreak is temporary and will not last. What lasts is your resilience, your strength, the courage already within you that’s quietly waiting for you to tap into it.

I want you to know that people change. Or they leave. Or they die. Or they, simply, become irretrievably lost to us, a mere memory.
And that we do, too. And sometimes, no matter how much we want to hold on, what will really make us happier in the long run is, slowly, thumb to pinky, to let go of them.

I want you to know that you will not get the alive fire and passion that you truly deserve if you cling to an ancient flame that has already died.

I want you to know that letting go is the most valuable lesson I’ve ever learned.

I want you to know that no matter how alone you feel, there is an entire loving community of kindred spirits ready for you, just waiting for you to pay attention long enough to say hello.

I want you to know that out of the deepest sadness is carved the most immaculate joy.

I want you to know that you are always loved, unconditionally– by someone, somewhere– no matter how terrified you are of being completely unlovable.

I want you to know that love isn’t really true love if there isn’t the slightest possibility of getting burned.

I want you to know that you’re right– nobody will ever understand you or your sorrows– if you never take the leap of vulnerability and try: to open up, to open your heart, to soften to the warmth and kindness that’s on the other side.

I want you to know that loneliness fades, and that the time and space in-between is there for you to remember that you have, most of all, yourself– the most important person of all.

I want you to know that this, too, shall pass.

For love and life are what’s real.
And this pain is just one moment.

I wrote this for myself:
for the me who is scared and lonely,
for the me who is terrified.

For the me who feels small when she knows secretly that she is big.
For the me who has had her heart broken a thousand times over.
For the me who loves so much that it hurts to try and trust.

For the me who said she would face her fears,
and the very next day, faced forward:
abandonment, loss, loneliness,
alone, alone, alone.

I wrote this for myself,
(but I wrote this for you, too).

read more:

1. “I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. I’m not perfect.”
2. we all survive. we all heal.
3. “maybe, the people who do bad things… maybe they’re just lonely.”