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Dear FutureMe, Dear Me (Feb 2026), Right now, it’s August 2025. You’ve made a commitment to show up differently - for your body, your peace, your future. You’re working on quitting alcohol for good, building healthier habits, and learning to love yourself again. Some days are hard. The cravings come in waves, and the old patterns whisper to you. But even on the messy days, you’re trying - and that counts. You’re choosing clarity over chaos. That’s something to be proud of. You’ve been reminding yourself that discipline is a form of self-respect, and that freedom comes from structure - not from escaping. I hope you’ve continued to nurture that strength. Are you feeling lighter? Stronger? More in love with life? Have you kept the promises you made to yourself? Are you waking up with more peace in your chest? I hope you’ve laughed more, moved more, loved yourself more. I hope you’re proud - not because everything is perfect, but because you never gave up. Keep going. You’ve come so far. With love and belief, Your past self (who’s rooting for you always)