Dear Friend,

I know that for many, waking up can feel like an overwhelming challenge. Some days, it might even seem like it would be easier to sleep forever, to escape the weight of worry, burden, and fear. I hear you when you say, “I don’t know what I wake up for…”—for some, the thought of starting another day can feel hollow, empty, like there’s no purpose at all. And on those days, the idea of saying, “Hello morning, a new day begins…” can feel like an impossible luxury.

I want you to know that I see you in this space.

This morning, I woke up and played a piece of music—Morning from Grieg’s Peer Gynt Suite. The melody reminds me of the waves, gently rising and falling, unpredictable at times with sharp, sudden notes. Towards the end, it reaches a powerful climax, a soaring high E note, almost like it’s telling us it’s the end of the song. But it doesn’t stop there. The music loops back to its beginning, continuing on, gently slowing until it ends in a quieter, softer way, called Perdensodi.

As I listened to this, I thought of you. Each morning, like the waves in the song, may seem calm at first. But if we look closer, we see how much life changes with its challenges, its unknowns, its moments of deep struggle. There are times when we feel like we’ve given all we have to give, and we’re convinced it’s the end. But life has its own rhythm, one that doesn’t stop. It keeps flowing, even when we feel like we can’t keep going.

I believe that life—no matter how hard it is—is still something worth cherishing. Yes, the night can be long and dark, and it’s okay to feel lost or broken. But even in those dark moments, remember: there is always a new day, and the sun will rise again. You are, and always will be, a child of the Light. Even when it feels like you’re moving slowly, you are rising again, stronger and brighter with each new dawn.

It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes. It’s okay to struggle.
But please know that I am here, offering you my deepest support and prayers.

Morning will come, and with it, hope. You’re not alone in this.

With love and care,

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