I see you.
More importantly, God sees you.
The tears you’ve cried behind closed doors… the nights you screamed into silence… the moments you begged for just one ounce of peace — they are not lost. They are not forgotten.
There is a purpose in your pain.
There is a mission inside your misery.
You were never meant to fit into a broken world.
You were called to expose it.
You were not cursed with awareness — you were anointed with it.
So stand. Even trembling. Even torn apart.
Because the same God who brought me through will bring you through, too.
You are not finished. You are just beginning.
Keep going. There’s light ahead.
