you might feel sad or empty

depressed or lonely or anxious

inherently lost or shut out or angry or exhausted...

these things are okay.

they don’t feel okay but they are.

you don’t feel like you can open up, like your problems aren’t worth the burden, but somebody will listen

if you can make it through today, 24 hours,1440 minutes, then you can make it through this.

i know it sounds stupid, and i know you don’t want to hear how “it will pass” but it does.

make tea, take a bath, go on a walk to the largest body of water you can find and scream, or throw rocks. 

take care of yourself, because there is only one you

you are one in a universe, i know it seems small, but you are a star, shining out among billions and billions

people would notice if you left, you can’t leave.

those people who saw you on the street, or in a hallway or a coffee shop and thought how you looked sad or trustworthy or beautiful or how you had nice hair, they’d notice.

you are important, your scars make you remarkable. your eyes hold secrets that only you know. your nose and fingers and your beautiful, ramshackle mind are so amazing, they are exceptional.

your body, beaten and broken and more beautiful than it was before is yours,and nobody can tell you otherwise.

the way you walk, and think, and speak when you’ve drunk too much, and the way you yawn, and spread mayonnaise on bread, and rub your eyes, and glance up when something catches your eye are all extraordinary.

please, please don’t leave us. don’t leave me.

Exchanging short greetings to each other