A letter from November 29th, 2020

29.11.2020 ~ Dear Future Me ~ Dear Future me, am I sending this to a real person or am I sending it to a ghost. The thing is that when I'm writing this letter I have no idea where you are mentally when you are reading this. I dont know whether things got better like people said it would or if it got worse and worse and worse and you're still in the well where you cant even see the light above you. The fact I'm still waking up each day is surprising. Surprisingly hard. I feel trapped and locked away. I feel the weight holding me down and I'm not strong enough to get out of it. I want help. I want it disappear like magic. I know that wont happen but i cant handle all of this every minute of every day. And the days feel so long. Yesterday feels like a year ago. You're 16 now...wow. Didnt think you'd make it.