I used to have no friends. I used to have no lover. I used to have the barest slimmer of hope, something I tucked under my fingernails so I wouldn’t lose it and couldn’t check for, out of fear it would disappear.
I used to be like you.
Now, I have found a new place, a better one. I have more friends than I can count on two hands, I finally found a partner who loves me back, and hope hides under my lowest rib but balloons its way regularly into my smile.
I used to be you, which is how I know you will get through this. Because I already have, and it was worth every heartbreak, every tear, every crack in the surface.
You will get through this, no matter if this is a day, a year, or ten. Just don’t give up.