To the version of myself who walked through hellfire,

I am sorry that you feel the pain that you do. I’m sorry for the years you spent stuck on the outside looking in, never quite belonging, and for all the times people misunderstood or misjudged you. But most of all, I’m sorry you had to forget who you were while you made a home within sorrow.

I stand with you through it all, and I see you. I see the way you get back up, time and time again—how your hope never fled with each fracture upon your heart. I heard your silent screams and desperate pleas.

When the time is right, I’ll grab hold of your hand and bring you back into the light. I’ll stoke the flame within you that refused to be snuffed out. I’ll pull you from the ashes and let you truly meet yourself for the first time.

You’ll understand, in one moment—all at once—why everything happened how it did. You were so broken, but never lost faith in love or yourself, even when it felt like it.

You never shied away from exposing your heart and letting others in; No matter how black their hearts turned out to be. None of it deterred you. No, it only strengthened you.

You understood the cycle and saw the patterns. You discovered the truth of your strength where many would’ve let their hearts wither away. You knew this so deeply that you never had to announce it. It just was.

It became the piece of you that sat within your mind—solid and unwavering. The pretty thing you’d look at when nothing else made sense.

And somewhere along the way, magic happened.

It’s within the glint of your own strength that you found the tools you needed and the answers you’d been searching for. Courage flooded your veins like a tide, there to stay as you chose yourself for the first time.

You did all of this while you dined with the devil. You lived in fear for a long time. Until enough was enough, and terror lost its home in your energy.

You discovered his weakness was your strength, and you bided your time—waiting in the discomfort, so sure of your worth. Because of your patience, I whispered in your ear.

And you heard me.

I asked you to rise—Told you that you’d sat in the ashes long enough, and the time to burn was no longer yours.

All it took was one word to convince you that the time to fight back was now. One word, and you clawed your way out of the devil’s den and onto solid ground. Where light returned to you, the wind caressed your face, and the birds sang to you once more.

Ascend.

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