PROMISE ME YOU WILL CHOOSE LIFE
2 min readDec 5, 2020
Dear one,
You have permission to grieve. You have permission to cry until you’re held afloat by your own ocean. You can do whatever you need to do to feel through the hard things. Just promise me that at the end of your stormy night, you’ll swim to shore.
No matter how dark the road gets, no matter how lonely, promise me this: that you will choose life, over and over again.
