You are seen. You are known. You are heard. I see you. I feel you. You matter. There is life after disaster. If you’ve made it here, then you’re home.
I know what it’s like to live inside your shadow-side for months and months at a time. I know what it’s like to feel shame. I know what it means when a heart hurts. I know what it means to cry. I know what it feels like when you don’t know why.
Here you get to start over and you get to begin. This is the place where it all sinks in. Together. We’re in this together.
Grace is good weather on a hot air balloon day. It’s red, the basket is big enough. Climb in. Real shit, not stark black and white. All that color and a whole sky to fly in.
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