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A Letter For You


Hey, you.

I don’t know you.

I don’t know your name (probably), I don’t know where you live (thankfully), and I don’t know where your head is mentally or emotionally right now.

I don’t know what you’re thinking.

I don’t know your favorite music or the names of all your pets.

Anyway, this is a letter for you​. Just hold on and listen to me for a second, if you’ve got that second to spare. (I’ll try not to be annoying.)

You might not be doing that great. There’s no use saying “You’re doing fine! You’re killing it!” because you might not be, or you might not feel that you are. You might feel like trash. You might feel like you’re losing a life or death battle. You might feel like you’re useless/lazy/pathetic/insert-insult-here. You might not be okay right now. That, in itself, is okay.

You don’t have to be okay.

Have an internet hug, real fast, before I keep going. *internet hug*

Here’s a true thing, though. You’re still here.

You’re still breathing.

You’re still alive and able to read this, and you’re here on planet Earth, and you can look up at the sky and see birds and all that cool stuff. You can take off your shoes and go outside and feel all the gross mud between your toes. Even if it doesn’t feel like it, or it doesn’t feel ideal, you’re alive in this world right now, and that’s a miracle in itself. Your life, the reality of it, is pretty darn cool. I don’t know you, but I’m glad that you’re here. That’s significant.

You got this.

Maybe you’re not okay right now. It doesn’t feel like you’ve got this. But listen: you’ve got this. 

One breath and one step at a time, and you can handle anything that comes at you.

One.

Step.

At.

A.

Time.

Take a deep breath. Drink some water.

Get off the computer and exercise, honestly. It’s torture but you probably need the workout. (And it’ll make you feel better. Bonus.) Stretch out all your stiff muscles and get a snack.

This is a letter to you, from me the internet stranger, because I don’t know you but we all need a letter sometimes. Sometimes that letter could be a physical letter, too, snail-mail-style, one you
 mail to a friend when you know they’re having a rough time. Texts work, too.

This life of ours is tough. But that doesn’t mean we get to give up. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t ask for help and should just try to power through it on our own. It means that we have the capability to make it through one day/hour/minute/second at a time, breath by breath, and we’re not alone.

I’m not alone.

You’re not alone.

You got this. <3

Love,

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