The look on a teen's face when they hear they are not alone.
When a girl can cry and be told she's beautiful.
When a boy can be open and start to heal from years of bullying.
When a teenage girl learns how to help a suicidal friend.
When a teen learns that their mistakes do not define them.
When teens know that they are not worthless. They have purpose. They are loved.
I live for the moments when walls come down and love comes in.
I live so these kids can know they are not alone.
That someone cares.
A text. A hug. An encouraging word. A prayer.
These are my weapons. They bring down walls.
They heal scars.
It's nights like this that make it all worth it.