I’ve wandered through nights that felt like oceans without shore, each step a tide pulling at my weary bones, the world a storm too loud for my quiet heart—but listen, you are not alone. There’s a lighthouse in you no wave can swallow, no shadow can dim. It’s okay to cry, to rest, to let the rain rinse the dust from your spirit. You are not broken, you are still unfolding, like dawn peeling open the night. Every scar is a star on your map, guiding you back to yourself. One day you’ll turn around and see the miles you’ve crossed. So lift your head, breathe, and take the next small step—not to escape, but to finally come home. I’m here. Always.