You don’t have to have it all figured out

Some days don’t get better. They just end, and you’re still here, and that counts for something.

I’m not writing to tell you it gets easier. I don’t know if it does. I’m writing because on the nights I couldn’t explain any of this to anyone, it helped to read someone else who couldn’t either.

If you’re carrying something heavy right now — I’m not going to hand you a way out of it. I’m just going to be here, writing it down, in case it helps to know someone else is going through it too.

Stay a little longer. It’s not morning yet.