The Light Loves Your Broken Truth

It is three in the morning, and the mask you wore all day has finally fallen off. Now you lie here, terrified that the love surrounding you is only for the strong version of you—the one who never cracks, never complains, never needs.

But the light does not love the performance. It loves the truth underneath.

There is a saying that what you look forward to has already come, but you do not recognize it. The acceptance you are begging for is not waiting for you to get strong again.

It is here, right now, in this broken state. You do not have to bring forth a perfect self to be held.

If you try to hide the cracks, you hide the very place where the light gets in. The love you fear losing was never conditional on your strength.

It was anchored in your existence before you ever learned to pretend.