Dear you who always take care of other people prioritize others' needs before your own fix things before others notice hold things together while feeling broken inside. Dear you who always say "I'm fine" tend to your hurt in the most private spaces show up in the world like a butterfly retreat inward like a caterpillar. Dear you who carry so much... yet ask for so little. Don't you have feelings too? Don't you need care too? Don't you deserve the same kindness you so freely g

- But how do I 'bloom in crisis?' I feel like I've tried, but I always end up feeling stuck over and over again, so I would love to know...

No one knew behind those wandering eyes was a soul that felt lost. Depressed. Starring at the camera, you longed to be seen—not the kind...