"Imagine that you're in a field of flowers. You can feel the warmth on your skin from the sun. You look forward, and notice there's a door. So you walk over to that door, but the handle's locked. You have the keys. You've always had them. So open the door. A huge beam of bright light shines on you.
Everything might not be okay… but that’s okay.
You’re exactly where you need to be.
You are loved."
Endings and beginings