A letter from October 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe I turned 21 today. I am lost, I am heartbroken, I am depressed from adulting and I am stuck on my carrier and has been failing. Ingooe you're in a better place. I hope by now you are more stable and sure of your decisions. I hope some toxic patterns have changed or been erased. I hope by now you've been a plane and traveled somewhere, you have a degree and a book published. I hope by now done some of the things you said you would do. I hope you've been a few stable relationshops by now. I hope you are financially independent by now. I hope you have more freedom. I hope you more content with life and people. I hope you are happy, or getting there. Remember, nothing lasts forever, that's the good thing and the bad thing. So enjoy the moment, the present and don't dwell much on the past. Trust your instinct. It's okay, what you're feeling today is valid, you matter, you are loved, you are alive, you are amazing. Don't forget that. Know your worth and don't let anyone abuse you or take you for granted. Happy 25th birthday to me and you. -your 21 year old self.