I am lost. So lost. The chilling cold surrounds me from all sides, suffocating me with it’s frosty force and icy intensity. I have lost my ability to see, to hear, to even walk properly. I need your help.

You know what to do, right? You survived this. How anyone could I’m not sure. My fingers are frost bitten, my eyes snow blinded, my heart colder than the air surrounding it. How did I get here I’m not sure. But I need your help.

Please give me courage, kind words, hope to escape this desolate nightmare. I must find my way back to my friends, family, and to my own foundation. I walked too far from the beaten path and have now been beaten down myself. To find my way back I’ll need your help.

I know you can’t touch me, but can you touch my heart. Let me know that this is not all my fault, that the blame is not all mine to bear. I need to know that I am good, that I am worthwhile, and that I can escape from this hell. You’re just like me, and walked the same path not too long ago, and look at you now. Free from danger, free from fear, and free from the icy torrent of your own heart. Since you’re just like me, surely I can do it too? But I cannot muster the strength by myself, so I need your help.

I just need one person to believe in me. To believe that I am good. To believe that my life is special and worth living. To believe that this winter will subside into a blossoming springtime. To believe that all can and will be okay. For that I need help.

Of course I will help you, for you are myself! Fear not, me, for this winter shall pass, the frost will melt and the flowers will bloom. I know it’s hard to keep hope during life’s darkest and coldest season, yet fear not, for I am here to help!

You are good, worthwhile, special and lovable. You are important , caring and intelligent. But it’s impossible to see yourself when the ice has surrounded your heart, the frost has surrounded your mind and the blizzard deafens your ears and blinds your eyes. Just keep walking, you must keep walking at any cost, for stopping surely means your death. The end of the road may be obscured, but you must follow the little white line on it’s side, and keep following until you’re safe. Keep walking, please keep walking.

When you finally arrive the flowers will be in bloom, the snow melted away and the birds returned from their southern exodus. Your mind will clear, your eyes will see, and your heart will love once again. How do I know these things? It is because I journeyed down the same road you currently traverse, the same mistakes you’ve stumbled into and the same felt the same hate you currently feel. But you will survive, damn it you will do even better than that. You will thrive. But only if you keep walking. Never stop walking.