Continue. Continue to make choices that feel right to you, even when it means trusting your heart's wisdom over the outside voices that may sound smart and practical and logical, but still— tbey're not you. They don't hear the inner whispers. They don't feel the soft nudges. They don't know the sacred language your heart speaks. Continue to pursue your curiosities and passions and the things that make you feel most alive. Continue to reach for the people who make you feel seen and safe and known-the people whose presence wraps around you like a warm blanket and offers a safe place to land. Continue to slowly and gently peel off the bandages and nurture the wounds that you've been covering for so long—these scars you've been hiding that only ever wanted to be seen. Continue to contract on the days when you need to close the blinds and sit in silence and listen to the soft hum of your own breathing. A gentle reminder that you're still here. Still alive. Still whole. Continue to illuminate dark spaces with the light of your kindness and compassion. Continue to be a vessel of joy and humor and laughter. Continue to set your own rules for how your life is supposed to feel and look. Continue to be you, exactly as you are. Continue to radiate your unique and irrepressible light. Just please—continue.