Do you ever feel trapped? Like your heart and soul and mind are all confined in claustrophobic conditions, fighting to break their constraints, longing for freedom?
Do you ever feel like you haven't enough space; like you're gasping for breath but never truly getting air?
Do you ever feel like the world is too much; like you're longing to run away, and curl up, and pull your knees to your chest and just be alone for awhile?
Do you ever feel like you're reaching out to no avail - your questions aren't receiving answers, your pleas aren't receiving help?
Do you ever feel like you're not quite enough for the world - like you should be something more, like you should be stronger, wiser, more beautiful?
Do you ever feel like you're imperfect?
These are the questions I ask myself every day.

These are the answers that my heart knows are true:
Your imperfections are what make you human.
You are beautiful, you are strong, you are wise.
You always have someone. Hell, if you feel like you don't, I'm here.
You are not trapped.
You are wonderful.