under an assumed title

To the girl who tries to be strong everyday,

You are doing it right. You always show to everyone that you are fighting hard after breaking down a million times, as if nothing's wrong, as if you do not need anyone's help. You are fighting hard to be the person everyone wants and expects you to be, and it is okay with you, they have never heard you complain.

You're a woman with a big and beautiful heart. You are fighting battles you can't even discuss with anyone because you do not want to be a burden. You try to be strong and help everyone when you, yourself, is helpless, you give encouragement to those who need it when you, yourself, need it the most. You always put other people first and they don't even notice it. You have told yourself that you have no right to rest and that you have to always fight for those you love, at all cost.

Brave heart, I want you to know that God is seeing the narrative of your life. He sees every tears you wipe before you step out of your room and smile like you weren't crying yourself to sleep last night. He sees how hard you try to be alright in front of those you love but you are dying to cry your heart out. He sees how heavy your chest is, He sees how much you bear the pain. He hears your silent cries, He knows you are afraid everytime people would ask you what's happening and you won't find the right answers.

Beloved, I want you to know that it is okay to not be okay. It is okay to rest and give yourself space from everything that is tearing you apart. It is okay to pause and breathe for a while.

So take heart, woman.

You are making us proud.

Here’s to the kids who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone; 

who spend hours reading random quotes to find the right one; 

who listen to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot;

who deserve so much more than they get and are willing to fight for it; 

and whose wish upon a shooting star was wasted on someone that will never care.

Here’s To The Kids.