I love you. I wish that was enough. I wish I could wake you up to the life that you have been sleepwalking through. I wish I could make you understand that it doesn’t have to be this way and you deserve to follow your dreams rather than function on survival mode through the nightmare that you have settled for. Baby, you gotta wake up. I cannot open your eyes or make you see what you aren’t ready to. So wake up. Look around and see it for yourself.
I can’t save you. I’m only hurting both of us by remaining in your orbit while you self-destruct. If you take my presence as approval of all the toxicity that you are choosing to tolerate and partake in, then I need to leave. I can’t enable your poor choices. I can’t watch you sell yourself short like this. I cannot bear witness to the ways in which you repeatedly choose to break your own heart.
I love you, but you need to understand that just because something is familiar doesn’t mean it’s acceptable. I know it’s easy to find comfort in the familiarity of the chaos and trauma, but don’t you dare make a home there. Don’t you dare remain stagnant within the tiny, damaged corner of the world that other people have carved out for themselves. Don’t shrink yourself to fit into someone else’s comfort zone. Don’t dilute yourself for the approval and company of others. If they truly loved you, they would have let you go by now. They would have done everything in their power not to hold you back.
I can’t save you. At some point, you are going to have to choose growth over comfort. You can’t have both. It’s going to be scary. It’s going to hurt, but I promise I will be right here beside you the entire time. All you have to do is wake up. Save yourself from the nightmare. Stop accepting the shadows in the closet and the monsters under your bed. They cannot exist without your permission. Dare to dream of something beautiful, for once in your life.
I can’t save you, but I can help you chase something worth waking up for.