Know That You Are Loved

(Even If You Don’t Love Yourself)

Know that you are loved

even if you don’t love yourself,

even if the mirror feels like a stranger

and your own heartbeat sounds borrowed.

Know that you are held

in ways you can’t always see —

in whispered prayers,

in the quiet hope someone sends your way

when you don’t even realize you need it.

You are loved

in the way dawn forgives the night,

in the way a bruised sky still softens at sunrise,

in the way life keeps giving you

one more breath to try again.

You don’t have to earn it.

You don’t have to feel it.

You don’t have to understand why.

Just know this:

on the days you’re breaking,

on the days you’re numb,

on the days you look at yourself

and can’t find a single reason to stay—

someone out there

is grateful that you’re here,

is rooting for your healing,

is carrying the love

you can’t yet carry for yourself.

And until you can feel it —

let that be enough.