Hello my friend,
Welcome to your sleep story.
My name is Stephen Dalton.
I'm an Irish storyteller,
And it's my great privilege.
To be the voice that you listen to.
As you go to sleep.
For years now.
I have created these stories for you to sleep to,
And for years we have communicated through comments and.
.
.
Videos and all sorts of other things.
And I have often thought what it would be like.
To meet you.
And so tonight.
In this story.
Which is more of a visualisation I suppose.
You will meet me.
The top of an old tower.
With a crackling fire.
And I will.
Speak to you gently.
Remind you.
To let everything go in this moment,
And I'll end by speaking some calming affirmations.
But first,
Let's do the relaxation session,
Which will take a few minutes,
Before tonight's sleep story.
I'm going to count down from 10 to 1.
And as I do.
Allow yourself to let go.
More and more.
Feel the support.
Of the bed beneath you.
Or is it floor?
Or whatever you lie upon tonight.
And beneath what you lie upon.
Feel a deeper support.
The support of the earth.
Our home.
Our constant support.
And as you become aware of that support See if you can.
Sink into this moment a little more now.
Just.
Let go.
A little more now.
Nein.
You.
Are.
Safe.
Allow my voice.
To be an anchor of safety tonight.
To be a friend.
To be a gentle guide.
A guide that only ever brings you.
To safe places.
To warm and cozy places.
Places that enable and support.
You are asleep.
Trust.
That my voice is a friend tonight.
Feel into your body now.
Notice where you might still be holding tonight.
Notice.
Where you may have pain.
Or tingling.
Attention.
Notice anything.
Maybe you feel something in your feet.
Or in your lower legs.
Resize.
Or your belly.
Your chest.
Shoulders.
Your neck.
You back.
Arms.
Hands.
Or maybe you're like me.
And you hold tension in your face.
Just see.
If you can soften a little now.
This is a time bomb.
For kindness to yourself.
And to your body.
Seven.
The day is.
Whatever has been.
Has been.
Whatever will be.
Will be.
But right now.
All you have.
Is this moment.
Your thoughts can't change what has gone before.
Your thoughts can't change.
What will come tomorrow.
Your brain.
Needs rest now.
So,
As thoughts come and go now,
Don't fight them.
Don't chase them away.
See them for what they are.
Such.
Then just.
.
.
Watch them go.
Like leaves.
Floating away.
On a moonlit river.
Or clouds.
Passing through a starlit sky.
6.
This is your moment.
This.
Is your time.
You have earned.
This moment of kindness to yourself.
You deserve.
To have peace in your life.
We all do.
Sir.
As you become aware of that fact.
As you.
Come to the understanding.
That we all deserve peace.
See.
If you can settle into this moment.
A little more now.
Letting your body know.
That it's really time for rest.
Peace.
Lives within you.
It is a constant friend.
Waiting to be found.
Waiting to be felt.
Where does it live within you?
Maybe it's in your heart.
Maybe it's in your head.
It's up to you to find it.
But I promise you it's there.
Perhaps,
Allow a little gratitude now.
Gratitude.
For the simple things.
For your body.
For the shelter you have tonight.
For the ones you love.
And who love you.
For the beauty and wonder of this world.
Of this planet.
That you can find.
When you look for it.
Three.
Begin to engage with your imagination now.
Begin to see the country path.
A place far away from all that you know.
And at the end of it.
Is an old tower.
With a glowing light at the top.
Too.
Checking in with your body.
One more time now.
Finding the places you are holding still.
And allowing yourself to relax.
To give in.
To allow the tension to ease away.
Your body has worked hard for you today.
It's time.
To give it rest.
And one.
Completely letting go now.
As I tell you.
Tonight's sleep story.
Close your eyes.
If they're not closed already,
That is.
There is a path ahead of you.
It winds through quiet countryside.
Soft grass on either side.
The ground beneath your feet.
Warm and sure.
The sky is the deep blue of late evening.
The last of the day's light.
Resting along the horizon.
Like the memory.
Of something good.
You will.
The path turns gently.
And then begins to climb.
And the air around you.
Curries the faint smell of old stone.
And wood smoke.
And without quite knowing when it started.
You notice that your breathing has slowed.
The things that were loud in your head.
Our quiets are here.
The path does set.
It always does.
At the top of the hill.
Set back among old trees.
There is a tower.
It is a modest thing.
Brown.
Grey stoned.
Worn smooth at the corners.
By a great deal of weather.
And a great deal of time.
There is a low wooden door.
And at the top.
A window.
And through that window.
Warm amber light.
Spills out into the evening.
Like a welcome.
Something about this tower.
.
.
Feels familiar to you.
The way certain places feel familiar.
Even when you have never been to them before.
As if they were always there.
And you simply hadn't come down this path until now.
The door is on the latch.
You push it open.
And step inside.
A stone staircase winds upward.
And you climb it slowly.
Your hand.
Trailing the cool curved wool.
The steps are worn smooth.
By many feet.
Over many years.
And they hold you steadily.
With each step.
The air grows warmer.
And from above.
You can hear the quiet.
Comfortable sound.
Of a fire crackling.
By the time you reach the top.
Something in you.
Has already begun.
To settle.
The room is small.
And still.
And full of firelight.
The fire has been burning for hours.
Its logs long since collapsed.
Into a deep sleep.
Steady glow.
Amber crackle that fills the room with warmth.
To low.
Easy sound.
There is a window.
And through it.
The last of the evening sky.
There are two chairs by the hearth.
And one of them is empty.
And sitting.
And the other one.
Yes,
Me.
I look up when you come in.
Come in,
I say.
Sit down.
I've been hoping you'd find your way here.
My name is Steven.
And I'm very glad you came.
I've been making things for you for a long time now.
Stories.
Meditations.
Hours and hours of word.
Shaped to carry you somewhere quieter.
And safer.
Than wherever the day left you.
And somewhere in the making of all those things.
I've thought about you.
The real person on the other side.
In the real room.
With the real life.
And I've wanted.
For a long time.
To speak to you plainly.
Think for a moment.
About what you brought with you tonight.
It might be worry.
Something waiting for you on the other side of sleep.
That your mind keeps returning to.
The way a tongue finds a sore tooth.
It might be something that happened.
Something you're still turning over.
Wondering if you did it right.
Or said the right thing.
Or made the right call.
It might be simpler.
And harder than that.
A tiredness with no single name.
A feeling of having been going for a long time.
Are not quite enough.
Whatever it is.
It brought you here.
And that's the right place for it.
I want to tell you something I mean completely.
You are doing better than you think.
I know that can be a difficult thing to receive.
Especially on the nights when it feels least true.
But I have paid close attention to people for a long time.
And what I have found.
Without exception.
Is that the ones who worry most about whether they are doing enough are almost always the ones.
Or trying the hardest.
The worry itself is the evidence.
The fact that you care.
About the people around you.
About the kind of person you are.
About getting things right.
Is not a small thing.
It is,
In fact.
The whole thing.
Think about what you've already come through.
Think about.
The moments that felt impossible.
Before they were behind you.
You are.
Here.
That is the result of a great deal of quiet.
Unwitnessed courage.
And I want you to let yourself know that tonight.
I want you to imagine.
For a moment.
The two.
Our tree.
Not a famous tree.
Just yours.
Somewhere quiet.
Somewhere it has been growing for years.
Without anyone watching.
Consider its roots.
How far they go down.
Far deeper than anything visible from the surface.
Every difficulty you've sat in the middle of.
Every hard season.
You came out the other side of.
Those didn't weaken the root.
They are the roots.
All of that.
Is what holds you upright now.
Let me talk to you about the things you can't yet solve.
The questions that are still open.
The Futurists.
That are still unwritten.
The situations that have not yet shown you.
The way through them.
I know they are there.
I know there why some nights can feel heavy.
Here is what I know about them.
There is almost always a way through.
That simply cannot be seen.
From the middle of the thing.
That is not a failing.
That is just the nature of being inside something.
You cannot see its edges.
Until you have some distance from it.
And the most reliable way.
To get that distance.
Is to sleep.
To give the night what the night is for.
Your mind will do,
It's quiet Invisible work while you rest.
Ends the morning.
Will bring with it a version of you.
That is better equipped.
To meet whatever is waiting.
You are not required to solve anything tonight.
You never were.
The music that is playing now.
It was composed by a friend of mine.
I chose it for you.
Let it come in the way warmth comes.
Without effort.
Without direction.
Let it simply arrive.
Now imagine you are a bird.
A small,
Solid one.
The kind that always knows where it is going.
And right now.
This bird.
Is resting.
Wrapped around a branch.
In that effortless way birds have.
Holding on.
Without holding on.
Completely still.
In the middle of the open air.
Not going anywhere.
Not needing to.
Just.
.
.
Resting.
Mr.
Fool.
Unhurried permission.
Of the night.
That is you.
You have found your branch.
The night has you.
You are safe.
You are more cared for.
Than you can always feel.
There are people who are glad you are in the world.
Some you'll speak to tomorrow.
Some you haven't spoken to in a while.
Some who think of you in quiet moments without telling you.
Your life is a part of other lives in ways you couldn't fully map.
Even if you tried.
You are not alone here.
Even on the evenings that feel most solitary.
You.
Are enough.
Not conditionally.
Not once you've sorted the things that need sorting.
Or become a steadier version of yourself.
Right now.
As you came here tonight.
With everything you carry.
And everything you haven't managed.
You.
Are enough.
You showed up.
You are here.
That is the only thing that was ever required.
I like you.
Need to hear that as well.
I am enough.
I often work towards things.
Thinking that once I get to that place.
With this place.
Or develop that skill.
Or learn this thing.
Then I'll be enough.
But right now.
I am enough.
And so are you Now imagine you are a river.
One of the old ones.
The kind that has been finding its way through the landscape.
For longer than anyone can remember.
It does not stop at the rock.
It does not panic at the bend.
It simply finds the way around.
The way through.
The way forward.
With a patience so deep.
It barely resembles patience at all.
Just.
.
.
Movement.
Just the quiet confidence of water.
That knows it will find the sea.
That quality is in you.
It has brought you this far.
It will carry you on from here.
I want you to imagine now that you are the sea.
Itself.
Not a storm at sea.
Not the sea on a difficult day.
The sea at night.
In the deep hours.
When the surface is dark and quiet.
And the water moves in long,
Slow swells that have been travelling for thousands of miles.
Without anyone watching them.
There is so much of the sea.
That no one will ever see.
So much depth.
So much stillness.
So much that simply goes on being itself.
Regardless of whether anyone is paying attention.
That depth.
Is in you too.
The part of you that has not been touched.
By any of the difficulties.
The part that was there before all of it.
And will be there after.
Part.
Is quiet tonight.
And versed.
And completely untroubled.
Rest in that for a moment.
The fire turns slowly in the hearth.
And outside the tower.
The evening has become night.
Only now.
And the sky beyond the window.
Is dark.
And serve.
And scattered with stars.
That have been burning quietly.
For longer than any worry.
You have ever carried.
I want you.
To imagine that you are one of those stars.
Not the brightest one.
Not the one anyone navigates by.
Your names.
Were rights about.
Just a star.
Your star.
Burning steadily in its place.
As it has been doing for an unimaginable length of time.
As it will go on doing.
Long after tonight.
It asks no permission to shine.
It makes no announcement.
It simply burns.
Because that is what it is.
Does not compare.
It's light.
To the lights around it.
And it does not wonder.
Whether it is enough.
It is.
Simply.
Completely.
Unreservedly.
Itself.
You are allowed to be that too.
Just.
.
.
Yourself.
Just air.
Just in your place.
Which is your place.
And no one else's.
Which has your name on it.
In a way that nothing and no one can take.
And now.
I want you to imagine that you are a harbour.
Think of a harbor at night.
Stone walls.
That have stood against the water for centuries.
The boats inside.
Resting on their moorings.
Barely moving.
Oh.
The harbour does not fight the sea.
It does not need to.
It is simply solid.
End.
And open.
And the things that come into it.
Find shelter there.
Without the harbour having to do anything.
Except.
What it is.
You are that harbor.
Are the people in your life.
Whether you see it or not.
The people who know you.
The ones who have sat with you in difficult moments.
The ones who have come to you.
When they need it somewhere steady.
They know this about you.
Even when you have forgotten it yourself.
You are a place.
People feel safe.
That is not nothing.
That is one of the most valuable things.
A person can be.
And it does not require you to be perfect.
The harbour doesn't need to be perfect.
It only needs to be there.
I said.
You have always been there.
I must tell you.
That it is quite lovely.
For me to spend time with you tonight.
And if you'll allow me.
I will now continue to speak to you.
As you.
Deep.
And deeper.
And to sleep.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knight.
And by this quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Purchase.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still be enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
Worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree.
With roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly?
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Then you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Are glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Then you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You were held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Us.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still be.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Be.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the Harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Are glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Be.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
Worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
You are glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
.
.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring.
What tonight cannot be.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still be enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
And by this quiet.
You are braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Are glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Us.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still be.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the Harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
.
.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment binds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring.
What tonight cannot be.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Then you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring.
What tonight cannot be.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You as a tree.
With roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Then you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
And by this,
Quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life You are glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
.
.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest that is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring What tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still be.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You as a tree.
With roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Then you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep You are held by this knife.
And by this quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring.
What tonight cannot be.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
A place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You're someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are allowed.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
You are doing better than you think.
You are enough.
Exactly as you are tonight.
You are allowed to rest.
Without having earned it.
You are more rooted.
Than you know.
You are capable.
Of finding the way through.
You are not required to have the answers before you sleep.
You are held by this knife.
By this quiet.
You're braver than you give yourself credit for.
You are someone the people in your life need.
Glad to know.
You are allowed to put down what you've been carrying.
Just.
Or tonight.
You are not behind.
You are exactly where this moment finds you.
You are worthy of the rest.
That is coming.
You are a person who keeps going.
Even when it's hard.
You're more loved than you can always feel.
You are not alone in this.
Even when it feels that way.
You are someone who has come through hard things before.
You are allowed to trust.
That morning will bring what tonight cannot bring.
You are steadier than you appear to yourself right now.
You are.
In the lives of others.
Place of safety.
You are made of more resilience.
Than any single difficult day can measure.
You are allowed to be imperfect.
And still.
Enough.
You are not the worst version of yourself.
That worry shows you.
You are someone worth taking care of.
Starting tonight.
You are alone.
To let the night do its work.
You are the quiet river that finds its way.
You are the tree with roots that go deeper.
Than anyone sees.
You are the harper.
Solid.
Open.
A place where things find peace.
You are in your place.
Sitting happily.
Steadily.
As you always have.
You are going to be alright.
You.
Are exactly.
Where you need to be.
