Dear Heart,

How are you doing today? Any better?

You've been through a lot. I know how hard it's been. I know how many times you've been broken, only to be stitched precariously back together. I know it feels as though you're being weighed down with the problems and sorrows of the world. I know it's tough to keep beating.

But, dear heart, look how far you've come. You've made it to your nineteenth year of life, alive and pumping stronger than ever. Don't you realize how strong you are? Don't you realize that you have walked through fire and are shining with all the renewed hope that comes with suffering? You. Are. Alive.

I am proud of you. I have seen you at your worst, I have seen you falling into despair, your pieces shattering like glass. I have seen you at your best. I have seen you falling in love with life, and using your immense love to make the world brighter.

I know it's hard. I know, I know.

You have to keep going, dear heart. Keep pumping, keep beating, keep loving. There is hope and a purpose through and from this pain. There is a glorious plan for your love that is in the works, stitched together brilliantly by the hands that created you.

Don't give up, dear heart.

Don't give up.