Dear you,

I don’t know if anyone has told you lately, but I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you if you’re kicking ass and taking names…but I’m also proud of you if you’re slogging through the days, or white-knuckling in anxiety…or if you can’t even get out of bed.

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You’re here. You’re breathing. You’re dealing with whatever life throws your way in the best way you can. And it honestly doesn’t matter if your kitchen is filthy and your bed hasn’t been changed in god knows how long, or if you’re wearing last week’s PJs and haven’t showered in…well you get the idea.

No matter what, I’m proud of you. You’re worthy of love and appreciation, period. 

So if you’re kicking ass, tell yourself “darn right, you’re proud of me, I’m awesome” and if you’re struggling, try to give yourself some compassion. It’s ok to struggle. It’s ok to fail. It’s ok to want to hide forever. Just be kind to yourself. See what shifts for you.

I’m here. I love you. You’re not alone.