Dear Sister,

I know your story.
I know how it feels when the rug rips out from under you, with nowhere to land.

I know the agony of no one understanding your sadness.
I know the longing for someone, some place… better.

I know the late night panic attacks and sleepless dreams.
I know the mornings you can barely manage to get out of bed.

I know the self sabotage holding you from back from everyday joys in life.
I know the food, drinks, screens and colorful masks… you hide behind.

I know the comparison.

I know the doubt

I know the fear.

I know you… because I’ve been you.

But dear Sister,

I know you are more than your story.

I know your bravery in the face of a storm when nothing makes sense.

I know your incredible ability to smile in the face of adversity.

I know your determination disspite

I know the peace you feel, accepting your growing pains as a path to a greater purpose.

I know how it feels to take control over what feels so out of control, with grace.

I know the moment you drop the excuses and embrace all of you, inside and out.

I know the forgiveness.

I know the trust.

I know the self love.

I know you… because I am you