Dear little-me,

It’s ok.

It’s ok.

It’s ok.

Just keep trusting, and crying, and getting hugs.

I love you.

Dear teenage-me,

You don’t have to hide. You are not in trouble. You are allowed to be angry and loved. Scared and safe. Sad and cared for.

You have unyielding, unconditional permission to receive life-saving connection now. It is ok to hang on to it.

Dear adult-me,

You are trying so hard and I am proud of you. Just keep going.

Love, me