To the person who cried themself to sleep last night: I know life is hard. I know you felt like doing anything but putting on a positive front for the world this morning. It gets exhausting always being "the strong one." It begins to feel hopeless when you're working so much for results that don't seem to be coming. It's anxiety-provoking navigating through life without a sense of purpose or direction. It's frustrating when, no matter how much you try not to compare, you can't help but to see everyone as more beautiful and successful than you. Your reality is challenging right now, and I'm proud of you for persevering through it. It might not be today or tomorrow, but I really hope brighter days find you soon and put your mind at ease.