Katherine Henson, penning as k.e. She self-published her first book, “wildflowers: the first collection” in 2016. Katherine has been writing for as long as she can remember, and it is both her love language and preferred choice of communication. For Katherine, writing has been a way to escape and discover; through body image issues, depression, anxiety, and loss Katherine has used her words as a way to be honest with herself, while also helping others understand that they are not alone.

"when you make it"

when you make it, I'll be here // katherinehenson.com

I don't think I could ever say it enough - we need each other. People need people, a haven for when the world gets too cold. We need hearts on sleeves, and arms to call home. We need coffee dates and secret handshakes. We need safe places to land; we need to be safe places to land. 

Love that doesn’t hesitate, hands that don't tremble, eyes that don't waiver. We need these havens to harbor our souls. We need these moments to calm our aches. We need each other to call out our worth. We need safe places to lay our head when we've finally made it home. 

We desperately need someone to tell us we are going to make it. To simple say, "I'll be there when you make it", and "I'll still be here while you make your way".

Sometimes people need us to be their map, and sometimes people need us to be there waiting on the front porch when they find their way. Sometimes we need to hand out maps, and sometimes we need to hand out grace. No matter - we need to be safe places to land. No matter - we need people who believe we WILL make it, and who will still be there when we do. 

We all need sweet, silent reminders of our worth; reminders that wrap themselves around our souls like no other words would ever dare. We need little pieces to come together to make the bigger picture. We need whispers in dark nights, and hope for tomorrow. We need each other. We can't finish the race alone. We can't make it to morning alone. We can't overcome demons alone. We were never meant to carry it all alone. 

People need people. Leaving porch lights on, holding doors wide open, arms held out, hearts ready to love. Safe places to come home when our journey is over. Safe places to land when our burdens become just too much to hold alone. People need people. 

Be their person.  

this is what I'll title my book

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