Dear discouraged, you are making progress.
With all that is real and difficult in this life. With the news, the death, the sighs that fill our conversations, I want to urge the value in taking care of ourselves. In taking care of each other. So please, post that selfie if it means we can find something beautiful in the ruin. Go out with the homies. Be a grand libation. Go to a store and try on something that you cannot afford right now, but treat yourself to the idea of embracing what seems impossible. Download Pokémon Go and meet someone new. Go to McDonalds and yes, devour those fries without shame. Dab until your arm is exhausted. Sit by the ocean. If you’re anything like me, learn how to ride a bike. Support your friends. Read a romance novel. Write 16 bars. Watch a nonsensical amount of cat videos. Buy a stranger a meal. You’ve got hugs; give them out for free. Stay in bed. Dammit, dance like everyone is watching. Dance like everything is lit. Speak softly and exist with volume.
Weep in the bathroom. Weep on the train. Weep in the arms of someone who gets it. Allow yourself to be angry. But be in love. Be in love. Be in love. Be in love. Be in love. With yourself, always first.
You are not fiction. You are the greatest story ever told.
Holy dust, you are here.
We know how to bruise and kiss the hurt. Pain is pretty, but recovery is glorious.
It may feel like the world is slipping from your grasp, but you’ve got a storm of goodness behind you. I would be lying if I said it is easy. If I said our trauma isn’t something that needs to be checked on regularly. If I said finding joy isn’t a full-time occupation. Yes, I hear you. No, this is living despite it all. This is a gospel of sorts. You, something more than miracle. Us, turning water into rebirth.
Whisper the secret: It will be okay and it will not be okay. Regardless we are made of faults and self-forgiveness. We are still here. Still worthy of love, of breath, and everything they said we weren’t. And so I kept living for this joy I must cling to. This self-care I must have.
We keep living as a note to self, saying, “I’m working on it.”
Stay with me.