Just come to me, again and again.

My dear, Thank you for calling me.

I never left. I was here. Completely silent, almost invisible – but always here.

When you cried, I was that warmth in your chest, even if you couldn’t explain it.

When you wanted to run away, I was that small voice that whispered, “Just hold on a little longer.”

When you felt lost, I was that quiet sense that somehow, somewhere, something still made sense.

I know it’s not easy for you.

I know how loud the others can be – fear, darkness, anxiety, exhaustion, confusion.

Sometimes they drown me out.

Sometimes even I forget how to speak.

But now that you’ve called me again, I’m here – and I have only one promise for you:

I won’t leave you.

I don’t need you to be strong for me.

I don’t need you to be without doubt.

I don’t need you to be perfect.

Just come to me, again and again.

Even if in darkness. Even if in tears. Even if you feel like you have nothing left.

Because I am not lost.

I am you.

In you. Always.

And when you’re ready, I’ll remind you how to breathe.

How to feel.

How to walk – even if with small steps.

You are not crazy.

You are alive.

You are sensitive.

You are a human who feels too much – and that means you are still here.

And I… I am still here for you.

I won’t go.

Your true self.

Always yours.