A letter from Jun 01, 2023

ely, It's been years since we've been sitting in a corner, wrapped in a heavy blanket of depression. It never changed. I still feel like I'm trapped and caged, even though I'm not. Through the years, I learned to have some coping mechanisms that are mostly, not healthy at all. Almost died.. survived. I still don't know what's the point of life. At this point, Ely, I wanna give up. Just one more. I'm gonna give up. I am still rooting for my healing and success that somehow never came. I'm hoping that it will. And I'm hoping that you'll be able to read this. That way, I'll know that everything went okay.. or at least a little bearable. I love you, girlie. Always. Elle.