There are not enough words to describe how thankful I am—but if I could bottle the feeling in my chest right now, it would glow.
To be seen this clearly, this gently… to have my work held with such care.
Thank you for championing what I do Edward. For naming the things I can never quite say out loud. For giving space to the stories I pour every breath into.
Every line of your post felt like a hand held out in the dark—a reminder that I’m writing into something real. That these stories matter. That someone, somewhere, found something worth carrying in the words I nearly kept to myself.
From the very depths of me—thank you. For the light. For making me believe again in the quiet power of me.
There are not enough words to describe how thankful I am—but if I could bottle the feeling in my chest right now, it would glow.
To be seen this clearly, this gently… to have my work held with such care.
Thank you for championing what I do Edward. For naming the things I can never quite say out loud. For giving space to the stories I pour every breath into.
Every line of your post felt like a hand held out in the dark—a reminder that I’m writing into something real. That these stories matter. That someone, somewhere, found something worth carrying in the words I nearly kept to myself.
From the very depths of me—thank you. For the light. For making me believe again in the quiet power of me.
I will always remember this!
You deserve IT KAAOSSSSS
Thank you so so much Edward! Really will never be enough words to show my appreciation! 🩵😭