You were always growing, even when it did not feel that way. When the world felt like a weight inside of your chest, you were growing. When the hands that held your heart fumbled with all that it was, when they thrust it back into your palms, when “I love you” turned into “I cannot stay” — you were growing. When it felt as if your hope was holding its breath, when all that was alive underneath your skin suddenly calmed, suddenly laid down it's arms — you were growing. You were growing in the dark, and you were growing in the damage. You were growing in the loss, and in the healing, and in all that was messy within your life. I know that sometimes it is difficult to see the way you are blooming from all of the missteps, from all of the mistakes, when you are rooted in the journey. But I hope you see it now — how your past conspired to build you into the person you are today. How it made you stronger and softer at the same time. I hope you see it now — how you were growing when you folded your hope into yourself each and every night. How you were growing when you fought to wake up each morning.
I hope you see it now — how you were discovering yourself.
How you were becoming.
words by @rainbowsalt / 35mm film by @ccernik