all the stupid things i've done. all the things i'll never amount to. all the wasted hours and days spent utterly paralysed with fear and shame- i am never going to be good enough, i am never getting anywhere, i am never doing anything that i can hold in my hands and say, yes my life has been fruitful, i am worthy, i have earned the right to live, to love and be loved, to be happy.
Why does it matter? All these, 'stuff', doesn't matter. It's okay. I think we will be okay. They love you. They love you for who you are, just as you are.
peace. mercy and grace. patience. faith.
each time you close and open your eyes, my love,
begin afresh, afresh, afreshhh