Too many things have tried to destroy you. Your molester. Your parents. Mockers. Bullies. Failure. Even your country.
You are an empty shell. You can’t even conceptualise self-confidence not to talk of aspire to it. You hang on to life by a thread.
But I see you. I know who you are. Tonight, I felt you and for an instant I scratched the surface of your pain.
That is why I’m writing this. You called out to the universe and asked if anyone could hear you. God did and I did. I’m here to remind you that you are a star. You are not done yet. Your healing may not come tomorrow. The solution may not appear like a whirlwind but it will surely come.
Please hang in there. Come out of your shell. Go out more. There are people God has positioned to help you. You must meet them. Just try. God has written a new chapter in your story. It is absolutely beautiful and so are you.