Close your eyes and imagine you're standing in a garden.
It's your garden.
It's quiet here.
The sun is gentle and the air is still.
This is yours.
It's only yours.
This garden is your spirit.
It's your heart,
Your mind,
Your body.
In that gate right there,
That's your boundary.
Not everyone gets to walk in.
Not everyone has earned the right.
You were not born to be someone's shelter.
You are not required to make space for those who bring storm clouds or trample flowers just because they say they love you.
Love is respectful.
Real love knocks.
It waits.
It listens.
So keep that gate strong.
Lock it when you need to.
Open it when you feel safe.
And never apologize for choosing peace over chaos.
Take a deep breath now.
Feel the strength in your chest.
That's the part of you that knows what you deserve.
That's the part I've always seen in you.
Let the breath settle.
You are not here to be nice at the cost of being whole.
You don't owe anyone your time,
Your energy,
Your body,
Or your forgiveness if it costs you your peace.
You're not selfish for saying no.
You're not difficult for expecting respect.
You are not too much.
You are exactly enough.
Let that settle into your bones.
This life will offer you many voices.
Some loud,
Some smooth,
Some sweet talking.
But the voice that matters most is yours.
So guard your garden.
Trust your gut.
If someone makes you feel small in your own space,
You don't have to let them stay.
My job as your father has never been to protect you from every hurt.
But to remind you,
Even when I'm gone,
That your worth is not up for debate.
Take a deep breath now.
Inhale strength.
Exhale doubt.
You are powerful,
Even in your quiet.
You are worthy,
Even when no one is clapping.
And you are allowed to walk away from anything that asks you to forget your value.
Come back to this place when you feel unsure.
The gate will always be there.
And so will I,
Right here,
Reminding you.
You are a garden,
Not a battlefield.
Guard your peace,
Keep your light,
And never forget who you are.