From the very beginning, I was taught to see myself as unworthy. Unworthy of life. Unworthy of love. Unworthy of the things I loved.
Even in moments of triumph, I became my own executioner. I would dismantle my victories, piece by piece, because some part of me believed I had not earned them, that I did not deserve to keep them.
If this poison is never purged, no achievement will ever save you. No accomplishment will ever feel like home. Your life will remain fractured, the light forever out of reach, leaving you to wander in the dim corridors where darkness swallows hope and the light never dares to enter.
May your soul find its worth. May the light within you shine once again, and forever more. For the light shines, even in darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it.