A letter from Jul 12, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Would you still be around years from now? Hard to tell. If you are reading this, you are probably better and more peaceful. Recent years have been so tough and gloomy. Nothing seemed to make sense and bring joy. Every joy of something I love to do quickly fades. Not a thing comes clear to me. I have so much of unwanted thoughts and feelings. I have so little of freedom and peace and courage. I am a walking despair. My eyes do not glow hopes. It is a bottomless vessel of pain, trauma, anxiety, hopelessness, and uncertainty. I pray that when you read this, you would find me a little better, stronger, wiser, at least. Loving you is much harder now when it should be the easiest. I'm sorry for giving you unimaginable experience of a lifetime. May we still have the chance to reverse our miseries. Keep the grip!