Letter to My Future Daughter When She Wants to Kill Herself. "Sometimes your body feels like a sunrise that hasn’t started making its way out of the sky yet, but I promise you that every ray of sun has to start somewhere, even buried in the ground with the dirt and the insects, so deep someone has to dig it out. but someday someone is going to buy 20,000 shovels and every single one is gonna be for you, and they’ll bring every ray of sun, every cloud, to the surface again." by elideftones