I’ve been meaning to tell you that things are going to be okay. Maybe not the way they used to be, perhaps not the way you once wished it would.
But, you are going to be okay.
I don’t know if everything will work out in the end, but I know that you’ll be fine.
The scars from your battles will be gentle reminders of how you survived your worst nights. You will painfully remember that Saturday evening when you boarded the flight, without a single shard of hope.
But you’ll also remember how you made it to your destination.
Life is hard. The lows are somehow entrenched in our memory, while the highs seem so fleeting.
But if you’re breathing,
And your heart is beating,
And your brain, lungs and every other part is functioning well,
Then you’ll survive this, no matter how times in the past you fell.
And if it’s getting difficult please remember this.
Everything comes to an end.
Good, bad and life.