Dear you, The one who wakes up every day with a tired soul but still gets up I see you.✨❤️ The one who encourages others while secretly craving a shoulder I feel you.🥹 The one who types “I’m fine” with tears in their eyes I know you.🫂 You walk through life with so much weight in your chest, yet your laughter sounds like music to others. You write the most beautiful words, yet battle the ugliest thoughts. You are light to many, but you often sit in your own shadows. Isn’t it crazy how the strongest ones are usually the most broken? Let me remind you ,your silence is valid. Your sadness is not weakness. Your softness in a world that keeps hardening hearts is a rare kind of bravery. And the fact that you're still here… breathing, writing, praying, trying, that is not small. It’s holy. I know there are days you feel unseen. Like you're screaming but no one hears. Like you pour and pour until you're empty, and no one thinks to fill you back. But even if no one claps for you, heaven does. And even if no one holds your hand, God does. You were never meant to carry all of this alone. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to keep pretending. Let the tears fall. Let the ink flow. Let your truth exist, unfiltered and unashamed. Your pain is part of your poetry. Your story is a masterpiece in motion. So, breathe. Pause. Rest if you must. Cry if you need. But please ,don’t give up.😁😁 You are still becoming. With ink-stained love, Aurora✍🏼❤️