💌 Open When You’re Sad

Hey, Tyla.
I don’t know what kind of sadness is visiting you today, but I know this: it won’t stay forever. You’ve survived every bad day so far — undefeated, even if a little unhinged (and I say that with love).

If I could, I’d teleport in wearing a raccoon onesie, throw glitter in your face, and then hug you so hard it resets your soul. But since I can’t, please read this instead:
You are not alone. You are not too much. And you are so deeply loved — by me, by the universe, and probably by a few confused squirrels too.