May you know, deep in your bones,
that none of this is your fault.
Not the silence, not the chaos,
not the forgetting or the too-much remembering.
May you feel the presence of people—seen and unseen—
who watch over you with gentleness,
who whisper: You are worthy. You are whole. You are loved.
When the grown-ups fail you,
may the earth cradle you,
may the sky remind you of possibility,
and may Spirit breathe into your sorrow
some fierce little ember of hope
that no one can extinguish.
May your heart remain soft enough to love
and strong enough to protect itself.
And when you are ready—
may you find the courage to build a life
that honors your story
and gives you room to thrive.
You are not alone.