A letter from June 2nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I'm losing my mind. I went fishing today with mom and dad. It was decent but I dissociated a lot, can't remember as much as I should. I feel like I'm going insane. I can't stand looking in the mirror or else I'll trigger the derealisation thing. I can't wait to move out. I hope things are going well for you. I hope you and mom are getting along. If not, I hope ****'s going well anyway. Try not to press so much on what mom says. She thinks she knows things, she wants to be open-minded, but she can't see beyond what she wants to believe.