Dear Ones,
Christmas is the day the world tells you to be happy.
The world is wrapped in red and green,
and everyone else is opening gifts,
laughing, feeling warmth in their hearts,
as if it’s something that can be found under a tree,
or in the shimmer of tinsel.
But I know Christmas day doesn’t feel like that for you.
For some of you, the day feels like any other day,
but colder.
For some, it feels like a weight,
the expectation pressing down on you
like a heavy hand on your chest.
For some, it’s a reminder of everything you’ve lost,
everything you’ve never had.
The gifts—if they come—are just paper and ribbon,
bright and hollow,
a facade that can’t cover the cracks in your soul.
You might be sitting in silence,
or worse, in noise that cuts deeper than any quiet.
The laughter around you might feel like a distant echo,
something you can’t touch,
and it’s okay if you don’t know how to smile today.
It’s okay if you can’t feel the joy that others seem to find so easily.
It’s okay to just breathe,
to just be.
I see you.
I see the child inside who is so tired of pretending,
who is so tired of carrying the weight of a world
that doesn’t understand what you’ve been through.
I see the little one who has learned
that love isn’t always kind,
that joy isn’t always real,
that comfort can sometimes feel like a lie.
I see you, and I want you to know
you are not invisible.
Christmas might not give you the things you need,
but there is something deeper inside of you
that can never be taken.
You have survived.
You have endured a kind of strength
that most people will never know.
No ribbon or bow could ever define you.
You are not the pain they’ve caused.
You are not the silence you’ve been forced to carry.
You are more than their cruelty,
more than the loneliness that feels like a permanent shadow.
So, on this Christmas,
I ask you to remember this:
You are still here.
You are still fighting.
And though it may not feel like it,
you are loved.
Not by everyone, not by the ones who should have shown you love,
but by the ones who understand your hurt,
who see your tears,
who know the depth of your loneliness,
and still, still, will never let you go.
This letter is a promise:
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone,
even when the world makes you feel like you are.
There are others who are holding you in their hearts,
people who will see you,
people who will fight for you,
people who will remind you,
again and again,
that you are worth far more
than the world has ever let you believe.
If the holidays feels like too much,
if it feels like too much weight to carry,
just know this:
It’s okay to take it slow.
It’s okay to let the day pass
without needing it to be perfect,
without needing to fit into a world that doesn’t understand.
You are enough,
right here,
right now.
With love and understanding,
From someone who sees you,
And will always see you.
B 🤍
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