To the Lost Girl,
You are like kin to me, but I’m not in the habit of intervention these days; it never takes. People must save themselves or they’ll just get lost again.
Yet, never mistake-I believe in you. All I can offer is distant support.
You may be jagged, but you’re not irreparable. And who says we have to be all smooth?
Nobody can destroy your best self, not even you. She’s one decision (and, admittedly, a fair bit of effort) away. Don’t be daunted by faltering; just learn. Once you’re trying, you are her already.
I hope you put in the work for reclamation. Seek help, cry mercy, find God, reconcile, make art, do whatever it takes for you to work through your inner wilderness. (It took quite a few things for me, not all of which I’d suggest.)
Becoming yourself is the most critical task of your life and, fortunately, the one over which you have the most control.
Too many wonderful women waste away their sunrises in a lightless box trying to shred themselves or one another.
But we are never truly broken.
Best wishes, always from afar,