May you know that your softness is not weakness,
and your weariness is not a failure.
May you be met with compassion when you are tired,
with patience when you are struggling,
with kindness when you are messy, raw, and undone.
May you never again believe the lie
that you must shrink yourself to be loved.
You are not here to be sunshine without clouds.
You are not here only to serve, to smile, to perform.
You are here to be real.
And the real of you is already enough.
May your shadows be welcomed as deeply as your light.
May your tears be seen as proof of your strength.
May your laughter arrive not as a mask
but as the free expression of a soul unburdened.
And when the world feels cold,
may you remember:
the problem is not that you are too much.
The truth is that you deserve more—
more compassion, more tenderness, more love
that does not punish but holds.
Go gently,
you are whole,
and you are worthy,
exactly as you are.