I know you are afraid. You fight demons that shouldn’t exist. You have a story that is harder than it needs to be. But you are strong. You are brave. You have taught me more in the short time I’ve known you than most people ten years your senior could teach me in years. Yet you don’t see your worth. You don’t see this resilient, beautiful, intelligent girl that rests beneath all the chaos and pain. You don’t understand that your suffering has a purpose. You matter, and the world needs you. Your friends need you. The quiet kid in class needs you. We all need you. Your unique brand of perfectionism and passion. The girl that doesn’t rest at “good enough.” The one that worries if she is enough for her people. And for the record, you are. You are more than enough. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, and it’s too much. Let go. Let God. Just be. You will find that those people you stress over will always be that way, no matter the amount of pressure you put on yourself to change them. You will find that the decisions you are faced with are easier to make with prayer and persistence. You will find that you are stronger and more capable than you believe. You will find yourself. Being young is hard, trust me I know. But the difficulties you face will fade. This too shall pass. Tough times don’t last, tough people do. As for me, I’m a big fan of yours. I see the brave, smart, funny, captivating, ingenious girl that you are. If only you could see your own worth. I will always be here. You have left an impression on me that can’t be erased, and I will be here for years to come. Don’t fret over tomorrow, each day has enough trouble of its own. Live for today, and know that I am here for all of your tomorrows. You matter.