Not many people will see your struggle, but you don't need permission from the eyes of others for you to live.
Let the grand graces give way to small ones. Carve a piece big enough for your plate and enjoy every bite. I mean really enjoy every bite. Texture, taste, every herb and spice that you can find in your pantry. All of these small pieces of you. Love them. Love them because they're yours. They're yours and no one else's.
Know that you don't need to do anything to be loved. I may just be a username to some of you, a random small artist to others, maybe even an acquaintance, a friend, a partner. Maybe I may just be the thing that grabs your attention for a few moments.
But you're all more to me than I ever could have thought. You're life. You're life! You have a favorite food! A favorite color!
All of the quiet parts of you are beautiful. Every thing you wish people would ask you, every detail you wish wouldn't go unnoticed. The death that is avoiding/accepting the fear of being seen or heard or known or loved is not worth what makes you you.
I'm proud of you. I'm so, so, so proud of you.
I'd give you everything if I could. I want to. God knows I want to.
Let this be our quiet celebration between us. You're going to do great things and make so many people happy just by being who you are. Even if it's hard to feel.
People love you. People will love you. People have loved you. You deserve love. You matter. Your thoughts matter. Your likes and dislikes matter. Your dreams matter. Your favorite color matters. Your favorite animal matters.
I see you, and I always will. Everyone who sees this. I'll hold all of you innumerable in my thoughts always.
Take care of yourself, okay?