I'm proud of you. I'm proud. Are you forgetting up each morning even when it feels like there's no reason to. I'm proud of you for carrying a weight of everything Nash tried to break. You still move forward, even if it's only an inch. I'm proud of you for the nice statue. Cry yourself to sleep thinking that no one would understand. Have. Finding a way to make it to the next day. Anyway. I'm proud of you for every time you want to give up. But you didn't even know. Part of you thought it might be easier. I'm proud of you for standing up after being knocked down over and over and finished. Shatter, but still putting yourself back together. How proud are you for letting go of people you loved even though it's hard. You. Apart but you let him go because you know it was what you needed. I'm proud of you for being here. Proud of you for being you. I'm proud of you for holding on to a glimmer of hope when everything around you seems to be far and apart. Thank you. And most of all, I hope you proud of yourself, sir. Believe, inspire, lax be.