In case no one has told you today.

Dear Prose Community,

In case no one has told you today, I'm proud of you for making through the days you thought you wouldn't come out alive. Whether you're recovering or you're still struggling, I'll always be proud of you. Misery is only a temporary feeling. I've said it constantly and I will say it again:

Things do get better. Things truly get better.

From personal experience, it takes patience and effort to climb up the mountain. One wrong move can easily make you topple down to the bottom. But no matter what, don't lose hope because you can always climb back up. Hope is never taken from us. It could only be surrendered. And as long as we keep fighting, we will keep hoping. No matter what, if it takes weeks, months, years, or even decades, you will make it out alive.

If you feel like you're behind in your journey, remember that everyone's journey is different from yours, so don't feel bad because your pace is different from others. Take your time, there's no rush. Get some rest. Cuddle up in some blankets. You seem exhausted today. If you need to let out a cry, please do. It'll make you feel relieved. There's no shame in crying. If you need a hug, I'll quickly give you a virtual hug, although I wish I could hug you in-person. You deserve it. Eat some food if you haven't. Drink plenty of water. Get enough sleep. Allow yourself to relax, y'all's head is pretty loud back there. Are you alright?

How long have you felt hurt in order to create such masterpieces?

And also, how long have you been feeling alone to the point where you're so used to feeling lonely?

To the Prose community, I hope you are doing alright. I want to hold your hands and reassure you that everything will be alright. I may only be a high school student, but you know, I'll leave one last thing to y'all before I head off for the night.

Thank you. Thank you for making me feel like I belong.

This is the only community that I could freely express my thoughts. Thoughts from my ear-splitting head. Thoughts from my heart, my gut, my brain. Because of you guys, I don't feel so misunderstood on this platform. Because growing up, I've always been feeling misunderstood, like something was wrong with me. I didn't know why I was so different from the others.

But being different isn't all that bad. Being different only made me feel proud of myself because I feel a sense of uniqueness. Maybe being different isn't so bad.

So, to the Prose community. To whoever read this letter, take care.

I'll always be proud of you from afar. xx

- Sincerely, Raynstar.

12:08 A.M.