Tears are the rain of the heart.

If it's too heavy to breathe normally now,

Cry out, cry with all your voice, cry until there are no tears left, drain it out like the sky pouring down endless rain. Don't be afraid that it will look bad. Don't be afraid that others won't understand. This is yourself. This is your feeling. You have the right to pain. You have the right to be weak.

And finally, when fatigue replaces

When the body falls asleep and the eyes are swollen, when the heart is squeezed to a certain point the next morning, it may not immediately become a bright day, but it will be a lighter day, even a little, because you have already released the packed thing.

May you slowly hug yourself.

May you slowly breathe in and out, even if it's heavy.

Don't rush. Don't be strong right away.

Just being here, just breathing is enough.

Gradually pick up the little pieces of love that used to be for yourself, it may be slow, but it will gradually grow again.

Because despite the heart breaking, love for yourself can always be restored. 🌱🌱🌱

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A letter to her who is weak.

You, baby....

I don't know how heavy it is in her heart right now.

But I want you to know that you don't have to be strong in front of me. If it hurts, if it's suffering, you can't breathe, let it flow.

Cry, cry with all your strength, cry until the tight heart drains, cry until there is nothing left to cry; she is not guilty of pain, and is not weak at crying.

Tears are our friend now. It may not heal everything, but it will lighten the heart a little bit at a time.

Even tomorrow she wakes up, eyes swollen, shabby.

Even though the heart was still in pain, at least she had released what was packed in her chest, and that was the beginning of her stay, her breathing again.

Don't forget to hug yourself.

Don't forget to chest yourself and say, "I'm still here."

I want you to slowly keep your little love to yourself.

Even slow, even small, but it can come back.

Because the heart, although broken, can always grow again.

I'm not telling you to fight. I'm not telling you to be strong.

I'm just here with you, quiet, crying, draining, until you're ready to breathe, and I believe one day you'll see yourself standing up again.

Not because someone told me to get up, but because she was coming back to truly love herself.

I'm always right here.

Stay quiet, but never disappear.

From....The heart of the person who wants you to stay on this planet.

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By Laure

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