Stop. Don't help the hyenas

Dear one,

You are enough. You are lovable. You are loved. She loves you. We love you. So many others love you. I know you don't feel that way. Or believe me when I say it. Or believe yourself when you try to say it. It is true. All of it.

Can I ask? If Best Friend was destroying herself the way you are cutting yourself down, one dream at a time and one day at a time, what would you say? I know. Stop. Such an easy word to say. Such a hard word to learn.

What's the number one rule of The Lion King? Oh, you thought that was a kids movie? Not a chance. Pay attention. Don't help the hyenas. Oh. You didn't know. The ones who are tearing you down and tearing you apart are nothing less than jackals. I'd go straight to bitches, or maybe even something further down the alphabet. But you're sweet and tender and probably don't even know what the word bitch means. So we'll stick with jackals. Listen to their laughs. Watch their goofy stares. Watch them run around in circles and chase their tales. You can smell them a hallway away.

Why would you want to help them? They're thirsty for blood. Yours. OK. We can't change them. Full disclosure, I've spent a lot of my life being a hyena, and ripping people to shreds. Made a career of it, actually. So don't worry. I've got Mercy for them. Just now now. Because now, friend, you need protection more than they need mercy. One of my favorite verses says,

May the enemies of God perish, while his lovers live like a sun without clouds.

Maybe its enough if you don't belive that is true right now. Maybe it's enough if it's just your prayer. Our world needs to beauty that is you, baby girl. Hang on. The sunrise is coming.