Happy New Year.
Seems like a good day to say:
You’re not crazy.
You’re not boring.
You’re not a victim.
You’re not ugly.
You’re not dumb.
You’re not too old.
You’re not too young.
You’re not too short.
You’re not too tall.
You’re not the color of your skin.
You’re not unforgiven.
You’re not in the way.
You’re not a stereotype.
You’re not a loser.
You’re not depressing.
You’re not disgusting.
You’re not terrible.
You’re not an animal.
You’re not a machine.
You’re not a piece of property.
You’re not a punching bag.
You’re not a slave.
You’re not inadequate.
You’re not your family.
You’re not the sum of your choices.
You’re not the sum of your abilities.
You’re not all the things your mom said.
You’re not all the things your dad said.
You’re not unloveable.
You’re not a mistake.
You’re not alone.
And you will never, ever be beyond the reach of hope.