You are seen. And you are loved.

Dear Friend,

I know we don't talk much. That's on me. I'm the one with time on my hands. Know that I think about you a lot, and pray for you occasionally. For what it's worth.

Just know that I hear you, and see your struggles. You're trying so hard to be a good daughter. Even as you're trying so hard to carve out your own world. And you probably worry that your best is not always going to be enough. It must be exhausting. I'm trying to stay in my lane. I have no idea what it's like to be you, or just how difficult all the conversations are. But I care. How can I be helpful in a way that's helpful to you. Because you are loved. And you are good.

thus spake,

me