You’re okay. Really really okay. Exactly where you are in this moment. And if where you are is admiring a spot of morning sun coloring your wall a soft orange. I love you. And if were you are is wrestling yourself to the ground over some mythological right way to be, I love you.
If I could free you from the wrestling match, I would. But only you can do that. And you will. In the meantime, know that you are being drenched in the light and warmth of adoration and love. There’s nothing wrong here. Even a wrestling match is evidence of your strength. Your passion. Your aliveness.
You’ve got this. I believe in you. If it helps, to know— you are, right now in this moment, the right way to be. I love you.
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