If I could heal your suffering, I would. If I could ease your pain, I would. Sometimes being helpless together makes it more bearable – so though I do not know you, I am with you. Though we have not spoken, I care about you. Though your story was not told, I listen and I cry.
I am sorry it takes so long to heal. There are just a few things we can truly learn in our short lives. One is that we can find meaning where we truly look, and especially in that which hurts the most. If you do not see it, be patient and loving with yourself. Look again, and then look again. You will find your meaning and your meaning will bear you up.
You are all people, you are unique in the universe, and you are beloved –