Dear Lucy of 2020…
You make it through.
You step back from the edge and you return to your life.
It’s slow and it’s painful and it feels like agony most of the time but you do it.
There are whole weeks swallowed up by the blackness. Months of crawling through tar. But you make it out alive.
You learn to trust again. You find your feet. You take a breath and you rejoin your family.
You find the tiny seed of hope inside you that’s charred but not obliterated and you dust it off and water it.
There is hope and there is love and there is light.
You make it through and you come out stronger.
I’m proud of you,
From Lucy 2021