I HOPE

 I hope you find some relief from the things you keep to yourself—the worries you push down just to get through the day. 

Maybe it’s something you don’t even have words for yet, just a heaviness that shows up when no one’s around. You go to work, take care of things, laugh when it’s expected, and somehow still carry all that weight like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing. And I hope, even if it’s little by little, you start to feel lighter. Not because everything is suddenly fixed, but because you’ve given yourself permission to rest, to feel, to not be okay all the time.

I hope you keep going, even when no one claps for it. Because showing up for your own life—when it’s messy or quiet or exhausting—is still a win. Maybe it’s replying to a message you almost ignored, or getting out of bed when you’d rather stay under the covers. Maybe it’s making it through dinner with a fake smile, and that’s all you had to give. It counts. All of it. 

And I hope you know that even if no one sees the effort, even if no one says it out loud, what you’re doing matters. You matter. More than you probably let yourself believe.

— Bloom, Writer’s Blossoms