A letter from August 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope when I read this, I’m in a much better place. I hope I’ve finally made peace with his *****, Hope I’ve escaped the toxicity of this family, hope I feel more free and less suffocated, Hope I’ve found someone that loves me and that I love. Most of all, I hope I’m over that person, the one that makes me cry myself to sleep every night. I hope my heart has finally healed and that I’m not insecure anymore because I wasn’t chosen. I pray that I’m still praying everyday and on time. I pray that I no longer struggle with my faith as much. I pray that I’m happy and not put down. I pray that I have friendships that don’t put me down. I don’t know if you’ll still be friends with the person you love. If you are, is it any easier? Is it still painful? If you’re not friends anymore and just strangers, is that even more painful? Did he get married to her? If so, I hope you’re okay. I can’t even imagine how rough that is going to be for you. If it’s happening now as you read this, remember that you will find your person if you haven’t already. He wasn’t the one for you. Have you got that degree? are you doing a job you enjoy? Right now, staying on top of everything is hard for you but I am holding onto the hope that it will get better. You’ll be 24 when you read this. In the midst of your life. I wonder if you’re married or have kids. I wonder if you did all the things you’ve wanted to do. I hope your mental health is much better. I hope your happy positive old self is shining again. Hopefully a little less clumsy. Good luck with everything. This is my last year as a teen but I hope you think back to this time and don’t just remember the trauma but the good times too.