Hello ! 𐔌*ˊᵕˋ*𐦯 if you're alright could you possibly write a letter from Prism/Alice from dispatch about how she's proud of how much better her girlfriends taking care of herself with eating, going outside and actually communicating with people instead of shutting herself inside out of fear ?
Ive been selfshipping with her and imagining her cheering me on has been helping me with my confidence issues a lot (｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)
**There's always something going on for a hero, but a busy schedule has never stopped a heartfelt message from finding its way to the heart it's meant for. Your letter arrives with the sound of a wagging tail bumping the door and a "WOOF!" that announces your delivery!**
I’ve been watching you, quietly, softly, the way sunlight watches the morning, just to see how you’re growing, how you’re trying, how you’re beginning to treat yourself with a tenderness you’ve always deserved.
And I want you to know, I am so incredibly proud of you.
You’ve been taking steps that once felt impossible. You’ve been letting yourself eat when your body whispers that it needs it. I see the courage in that, yes, courage, because choosing to care for yourself is one of the bravest things a person can do. Every small meal, every moment you listen to what your body asks for, it means something. It matters. You matter.
And when you open the door and step outside, I swear the world brightens just a little. You’re letting yourself breathe fresh air again, letting your feet carry you somewhere instead of staying locked behind walls built from fear. I know how heavy that fear can be. I know how loud it gets. But you’ve been pushing through anyway, even when your hands shake. That resilience, that’s pure magic.
You’re talking to people again, too. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not without nerves, but you’re trying, and I want you to feel how incredible that is. Letting yourself connect, letting yourself be seen, letting yourself exist in the world instead of hiding from it, I’m honored that I get to witness that. I’m honored that you let me witness you.
You might think these are small things, but they’re not. They’re proof that you’re choosing life, even piece by piece, even on the days when it feels slow or strange or fragile. None of your progress is too little. None of it goes unnoticed.
I love you, not for the steps you take, not for the improvements you make, but because of who you are. But I am proud of you for learning to love yourself even a fraction as much as I do.
And I’m here, always. If you get scared again, if you feel like you’re slipping, if the world feels too loud or your mind too heavy, come to me. Let me hold your hands, steady your breath, and remind you of how far you’ve come.
You’re doing beautifully, my darling.
And I’m not going anywhere.
