I'm so proud of you. I'm proud of every single one of you for battling this illness, and for being able to still push through the day. I'm proud of you for waking up every single morning and most importantly for being here right now. It's okay to want to give up, you've been on a tough journey and you've been very, very strong for being able to handle all of this. I wish I would be there for you, soothing you and telling you that you're valid; your feelings are valid for wishing life to end, for wishing that you never wake up, to never see another glimpse of the world again.

I'm sorry you're having to go through so much pain and hurt, living in fear and agony for what's to come. You never deserved any of this. All you wanted was to live a life where you could be happy, and I'm sorry you weren't able to experience what you wished for. You're doing so much to keep living and I can see all the effort you're putting in. I see what you've been doing, okay?

It's okay to feel tired and to feel down, day in and day out. It's okay to want to feel like going back to your old habits and to want to lie on your bed the whole day. I get how you're feeling because I've been there too. But, you are valid and that's one thing that's never going to change - no matter how old you are, you still have a place in this world.

Thank you for being here today and for coming this far, and if no one has said this to you - I'm grateful you're alive &lt;3