The Light Waiting Behind the Glass

The house is quiet now, and the window has become a mirror. You see the face you've been hiding from all day—the one that feels like a stranger, the one you wish would just disappear.

It is easy to hate the reflection when the room is dark. But the light was not turned off; it is simply waiting for you to stop looking at the glass.

There is a light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. That light is not something you earn by fixing your face.

It is the very thing you are made of, buried under layers of shame and performance. If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you.

The person staring back is not your enemy; they are the vessel holding the only thing that can drive out this night. You do not need to become someone else to be loved.

You only need to remember who is already there.