Hold on.

Somewhere out there is a version of you who is glad to be alive.

She is joyous. She is free. She is everything you are and everything you want to be.

One day, you will meet her and it will feel like coming home.

One day she will take you by the hand and you will look up to the sky and feel the sun on your face without even trying.

One day, you will look into the mirror, into your own eyes, and realise she was there with you all along.

Hold on.