HUGE TW// Abuse (emotional and physical), mental health, slight mention of suicide.

Here’s to the people. To the people who will always flinch at an innocently raised hand, who will never stop apologizing for things which are out of their control, who will always hang their +

head low because they think they are nothing more than a speck of dirt on the bottom of someone’s shoe. Here’s to the people who grow up in a house they can’t escape from, to the people who feel as if their only escape from the ones who are supposed to love and support them the +

most is ending themselves permanently. Here’s to the people who still go to therapy, and to those who can’t/don’t. Here’s to the people that feel unsafe in their own household. Here’s to the misunderstood, the “just tired,” the ones who can’t manage to leave their room. +

Here’s to you all.

You have the power to be better than those who hurt you. You have the power to hold your tongue from those snarky remarks you know will sting and scar, you have the power to keep your swinging hands at bay. You have the power to not become what you were +

raised and taught to be.

You have the power to rewrite those recurring insults in your brain—shot directly at you to break you down; the haunting and repeating cassette tapes that you can’t seem to remove from your head. You have the power to be the best version of yourself +

that you want to be; your ideal self. You have the power to give yourself the love you never received, but always deserved.

You are loved, you are enough, you are everything. You got this. Here’s to you.