Let us not lose hope, though the way is filled with darkness. Know these troubles will not last long. Hope will be what marks us, let it be what marks us, setting us apart from the desolate world. Hope can exist in spite of sorrow.
You will learn to forgive, though it does not seem like it now. And you will learn you are worthy of love, despite what the actions of others have told you. Trouble is only part of the road. It is not your destination. When the light of the sun fails to seep through the clouds, find light in the faces around you, in the tiny sacred moments of each and every day. Keep your eyes open. They disguise themselves often. And your eyes will need to readjust to the new light they bring.
Though you look down and see only brokenness, you will once again be whole. Though tears blind your eyes, they will once again dance with laughter. Though anger and confusion and numbness threaten to become ravenous in your core, you will learn to redefine them into healing, strength, wisdom, love. I have no doubt about your ability to do these things, though they may be hard. They are what you are destined for. Know compassion; breathe forgiveness; give up pride. Nothing is a waste if you learn from it.
We await the person you will become when you find out who you truly are: someone who has made mistakes; someone who gets up afterwards.
“The sun, it does not cause us to grow. It is the rain that will strengthen your soul…it will make you whole.” –The Oh Hellos, I Have Made Mistakes