Maybe you came here with trembling hands.
Maybe with tear-streaked cheeks.
Maybe numb.
Maybe holding nothing but the faintest whisper of hope.

Whatever brought you here—whoever you are—you are not a burden.
You are not broken beyond repair.
You are not invisible.

You may feel lost, adrift somewhere too far to be found.
But you have been found. You’re here. And here, you are held.

Let this space be your pause.
Let it be the warm mug between cold fingers.
Let it be the first breath after too long holding it in.

You are loved, even when you can’t feel it.
You are wanted, even when the world has gone quiet.
You matter—profoundly, completely—even when your mind tells you otherwise.

This isn’t the end of your story.
This is the ember.
This is the moment before the rise.
This is healing humming quietly beneath your skin.

You can do this.
You are not alone anymore.

Welcome to The Lantern.
Let it light your way home.