Take a deep breath. Let it out slowly. Give the dust time to settle. Those chaotic thoughts, like fallen buildings, need clearing.
Teach your heart to hold back words sometimes. Some things are better left unsaid.
Some echoes should stay in the quiet chambers of silence.
Don’t worry about the cracks and scars. Those burn marks from change are written in fire. They guide you through dark woods. They fuel a stronger flame.
These broken pieces, these changed shapes, aren’t losses. Their additions. They’re like a tattoo inked deep, a testament to resilience.
And in the quiet moments, in the space between breaths, remember the one who stands beside you always.
Remember to love yourself. Love yourself fiercely, softly, completely.
