I am so happy I found you, Sweet Girl.

You were hiding in the shadows, and I thought I saw you a few times before, but each time your image shuddered and whispered away into the obscurity. Today, the light of consciousness fills me and illuminates my path. That is how I can finally see you now, before me, bathed in soft light and surrounded by all the angels. 

I want you to know, Sweet Girl, how very proud I am of you. At long last I can see the circular path that has brought me back to myself. Today, I have the luxury of resting in God’s arms, knowing that He is in control. But that was not always the case. You, the sweet girl who spent her life in apologetic torture, feeling defeated and deflated and mourning the events and actions that her future self would regret. The girl who has lived five different lives, all cascading upon one another with insidious transitions, abrupt departures and squandered opportunities. Hearts and bones broken, some still in disrepair. You arrived into each new lifetime feeling self-retribution and expecting a vengeful and angry future self who would place all blame on your own fragile sensibilities. 

And that is why I am brimming with pride and gratitude toward you. Because you are the sweet girl who drowned in her own suppositions and self-doubt…but who never stopped trying. Do you realize how difficult life can be even when you DO have a Higher Power, high self-worth, and a close group of loved ones to see you through? Even with the light of consciousness inside me and an aura of peaceful servitude on the outside, this life is filled with challenges. But…the blessed soul who can persevere while possessing none of those things…that is the Sweet Girl who deserves to receive the accolades. Despite others inflicting real pain, despite your own mind inflicting perceived pain, even through disappointments and setbacks and dashed dreams and long-forgotten scenes, you persevered. And true peace comes not to the swift, but to those who persevere. 

So today, my lovely child, I lovingly extend my hand to you. I want to guide you out of the shadows. Your image no longer has a need to shudder or whisper away. You can stand tall and you can stand proud, because the woman you have seen me become is all due to you. You pushed yourself to face those atrocities, and you sought connection to your Creator. You kept writing poems long into the night, just to clear space for the next onslaught of feverish events. And you brought me to a place where I can breathe deeply, enjoying the view from my park bench, feeling the blessed and calm reassurances of my own soul. I love you, Sweet Girl, and I thank you for your bravery and your pure heart. I will stand tall and make my best effort to honor your path.

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