Dear Worthless,

I call you worthless because that’s what you think you are even if your identity is more complex and intertwined with more love than your trauma originally reflected. You may not see love through the voice of your mother or the actions of your father but within your journey you aren’t walking aimlessly. Your purpose has passion that radiates in rooms where you overlooked the eyes that were mesmerized by your creation. Your writing has a voice of its own that grasps deeper into this world than the hands of demons that blindfolded you from the source of light within your patterned mind. Pause and believe the frequent occurrences when a kind stranger comments on your eyes. Their name is foreign but their impact is familiar. You will wake up and realize how those strangers became love that made you their home. Yes, you have become the home for others while you were searching for your own. You have ignited a safe space in growth accelerated by your faith. You have changed the meaning of chosen, the meaning of anointed, the meaning of blessed. The scars on your arms no longer embody distress. Compromised boundaries have been removed from your portion. Power has elevated in your energy. “They” didn’t love you and even today “they” still don’t. But “we” do. You are worthwhile. You are winds that steal breathes, tears that give rest, catalyst that curated comfort.

Sincerely,

Worthwhile