Sometimes, waiting is the hardest part.
Watching the world go on around you is even harder.
It’s a long road upwards with no straight paths.
The familiar becomes foreign as your heart pounds faster and faster.
Accepting that you’re broken might get easier in time; to see yourself as beautiful, despite overwhelming flaws both inside and out.
Don’t let the hope die; in the end, all your suffering will have meaning, and you will give birth to a whole new life.