04/09/2018
When this shows up again in a year or more, may this be a reminder then and now. You made it. I see you. I know your pain and heartbreak. I've watched you grow from here to where you are now. The names you have been called, the demons you face within yourself. I hear you. You've fought this war on hating yourself for years, and yet you are still here. You've tired, or thought, about not waking up to see the next day, but here you are. Your scars, 'flaws', and beauty. You made it.
So, here's to you. The human being with a broken heart that is still trying to heal. Here's the the human being that broke it, for they are facing their battles now. Here's to the human being that is crying their eyes out everyday over other who will mean nothing later now. Here's to you that just lost a loved one. Here's to the fighters that are done fighting and wanting to be fought for. Here's to the healers that got tired of being hurt and started fighting to be themselves. Here's to the healer that still heals after being broken so many times. Here's to the fighter that became a healer. Here's to the human that can't stand to look at themselves, one day you'll find someone that'll hold you close for you. Here's to us. The fighters that wish nothing more then to lay down for the final rest, but stand up to heal others. Here's to those that made us this way. To those that said they would never leave. To those that stab us in the back. To bullies. To family. We made it. You made it. I made it. We are here, living. Even if it's second by second.You are here, we are here, thanks to those that broke us. So, here's to you. The human beings that are broken and those that broke us. We are here. We will listen.