A letter from Jul 02, 2024

Dear FutureMe, Its been a while since i write one of these letter, i reread most of our old ones, the hope and missed dream all sprawled into senseless words. She wanted to be a party girl, living life recklessly, she, although mature for her age was desperately wrong about adult life. I'm happy for once, its fleeting, but its there. I feel a little better everyday, we have an amazing partner who wants to grow with us, who supports our needs in everyway and i cannot wait to grow old with him. at least hopefully he hasn't gotten sick of us yet. we have a job that makes us happy to wake up at 6 am for, we have a stable income and mostly have food on the table every night and love surrounding us, our 14 year old self would've loved the life we live today. the next goal is to get our own place, and i think within the next year we can make that happen. adult life is hard, but our childhood was harder. our baby sister is happy and healthy and thriving learning in a new environment and we can only hope it will stay that way. I'm slowly getting over the trauma of the last few years, rewiring my brain into thinking some men are safe, loving and approachable. I'm living, for the first time in freedom and happiness. the first time in 18 years I'm truly free. I Appreciate everything past me has done because it landed me here. and i hope you'll appreciate my sacrifices.