I hope that things work out for you. I hope that the things you long for, the ones you barely say out loud, the ones you've almost convinced yourself you don't deserve, somehow find their way back to you when you least expect it. I hope your pain softens, not all at once, but gently, like a weight slowly lifting from your chest, until one day you realize you can breathe again without forcing it. I hope your doubts, the ones that echo in the silence, the ones that make you question your worth grow quieter, until they no longer sound like truth. And more than anything, hope you get to live... not just exist, not just survive, but live freely-without fear gripping your heart, without the past chaining your steps, without the heaviness that's been following you for so long.