Dear you,
You are going to make it through this.
I know it feels like you can’t do this anymore. I know that your lungs burn every time you inhale, the painful reminder you are alive, and I know you want to stop breathing more than you want to see the sunsets you used to love. I know looking at certain people hurts your soul more than your own existence, and the thought of them leaving destroys you even though you know it’s inevitable. I know.
I know the stars that once instilled wonder in your mind have stopped shining, that you can no longer find joy in the simple beauties of this earth.
But one day, you’ll be able to see the stars again.
One day, you’ll breathe in hope and never lose it again.
Keep going.
That day will come.
Keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going.