My Friend,

Source: (Picture of a female presenting face in shadow)

My friend, how long have we known each other? 10 years? 15? 20? More? I’m not sure, but it feels like a lifetime and beyond. That makes this easy and yet difficult. I need to tell you something. You won’t want to hear it but here goes…

You are so much more than you allow yourself to be. And I want to be clear about one thing… It’s not your fault because no one told you how amazing you were when you most needed to hear it.

My friend, in all the years I have known you, you have never allowed yourself to see so clearly what I know about you. Because I can see your heart. I can see your soul. I can see all the potential you won’t allow yourself to express. Let me tell you how special you are…

You are the one who always had my back. You are the one who is angry on my behalf. You are the one with the talent and charisma. Can’t you see how loved you are? No! No you can’t… And it’s why I’m angry on your behalf.

My friend, I want to go back in time and punch every motherfucker who made you feel less than. I want to take your abusers and shove their fucking faces into the wall. I want to hold them to the floor by their necks until they beg me to give them a chance to treat you better… But I won’t let them. I’ll whisk you away to safety. I’ll tell you how valuable you are and I’ll tell you you’re loved. I’ll tell you how much you can do…

And you’ll forget them… You’ll forget the voices in your head. You’ll forget you need to drink to forget and you’ll forget how you were never good enough because…

My friend, you were always good enough.

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