A letter from Mar 01, 2023

Dear BreAnna, I am currently a freshman in high school in 2023. I am 15 years old and I want to remind you of how life was for me now. I feel sick constantly, not physically but mentally. Im thinking about owning up to it and asking my mom to put me into therapy. Im sure she already knows. She's definitely seen the scars on my arms and thighs. I feel like all of my friends are done listening to anything I say. I feel like they don't want to even look at me anymore. My sister took all of my friends. If I don't do what she says then everyone in the whole world will turn on me. She hates me so much, and my brother hates me too. We used to be friends, but she started doing drugs and she's just a total ***** now. I started playing softball or the first time in three years due to all of the medical issues we've been through. I am enjoying it so far, aside from the fact Leigha turned the whole team against me just because I told her my wrist hurt during practice. She said something along the lines of "You just want to make everyone feel bad because no one is allowed to hurt like you hurt." I cried that night when I got home. I've cried everyday and every night for almost a month now. I even thought about stealing anti-depressents from Grandma E. Dad is getting worse. Before he just got so violently drunk and be a complete ******* to everyone in the house. Now that weed is legal he gets high too. I will say that it's better when its just weed than it is when its both. I want to be successful. I want you to get a good education and have an amazing job that you love. Go and make friends and have fun. Have an amazing senior year and graduate at your happiest. I love you, so please keep fighting for the good in life. Each day is a battle. Make it a battle you're willing to fight in.