I doubt you will read this. But that's ok.
I have so much to say but I won't. I will say this: You'll be ok. Brokenness doesn't last. There are things worth fighting for. Every breath is another step forward. Pain is only for a moment and the sun always rises beautifully on another day.
I only know a sliver of the pain you deal with, and I won't pretend to act like I know the whole. It hurts. I know. It hurts like hell. There are days when getting out of bed seems as if it isn't worth it. It's ok.
There are things that have been whispered. Whether by yourself or by others. Know this: they are not true. You are NOT that. You are not what you were. You are beautiful. You were born to do things that none of us can do. You have your place. You were born with a dream. Dream big. When you think your dreams are inconceivable, dream bigger. Don't let anything hold you back. A broken heart will heal with time (trust me, I at least know that.) Fight like hell. Push forward. Live. Live. Live. You are alive.
I love you.