My dear child,
I see you. I see your pain. When you were young and didn’t yet understand the world, you met a tsunami. It swept you up in its great strength and tossed your young body over and under, side to side.
You screamed. You screamed till your lungs gave out.
“Somebody help me!”
But it was like the world went deaf. Or maybe the screams were only in your head. Nobody came.
Eventually, the tsunami subsided and you found yourself on solid ground once more. Battered and bruised, but still breathing.
You looked around and saw people everywhere—people rushing to help other people, people tending to other people—but it seemed no one came for you.
That’s when the belief took root: “I am all alone. No one loves me, that is why I am all alone. I can only depend on me to survive the storm.”
My dear. My precious darling.
We all walk our paths alone, but it does not mean that you are unloved, or that you have to face the storms alone. Not everyone can be there for you, but there are people who can and want to be there, if only you will allow them to. Not everyone can love you in the way you want them to, but it does not mean you are not loved.
Do you remember the man with the broken boat, how he tried to reach for you, even as the tsunami swept you by?
Do you recall the girl with the injured leg, how she hobbled over and sat by you as you recouped after the storm?
You, sweetheart, are so, so loved.
Love comes in as many forms as there are stars in the sky. If we only see with our eyes, the sky will remain dark to us. But if we open our hearts, we make space for miracles to happen. Allow the love that is already in you and around you hold you gently and embrace you tenderly. You are not alone, and you do not have to be.
Because you, beloved, are so, so loved.