Love for Alex

"I don't know if you'll ever read this. Maybe you won't. Maybe nobody will. That feels honest, at least. I keep waiting for the part where things get easier. Where the noise quiets down and the weight lifts and I remember what it felt like to be light. Some days I think I'm close. Most days I don't. But here's the thing I keep coming back to: you're still here. However messy, however tired, however uncertain. You haven't given up yet. That has to count for something. I don't have grand promises. No tidy ending where everything clicks into place. Just this: I see you. However you are today. However you've been surviving. It matters. You matter. Even on the days where neither of those things feels remotely true."