A letter from May 7th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I hope you made it. I hope you finally let your ego fall and get the help you deserve. I hope that you didn't wait too long and I hope the way they found out wasn't in bad circumstances. I hope that you are braver than I ever was. I want you to not be ashamed of your scars and mental illnesses. I want you to be proud to say that you have a disease that's never going to go away. I want you to have a support group and better coping mechanisms. And I hope you aren't struggling as badly as I've been my entire life. I hope you get better. Your wrists and legs aren't something you should feel devastated to see. You should have to constantly feel like ****. You deserve to be happy and understood. You deserve to share what you have to say. More than anything you deserve to be happy. I want you to wake up every day and feel beautiful and loved. You deserve to walk around and smile and laugh. I want it to be a real smile, that lasts. You deserve to not want to die. This may be something I'll never accomplish, but I hope someday, you do. I hope you didn't lose to depression.