A letter from Dec 20, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re not on meds anymore. Mom says that it’s ok, to be on meds. Why is my brain sick? I’m feeling so much better than a year ago. The phase I’m currently in seems to be some sort of bridge that I must cross to leave the storm and enter a flowered garden. I was in a poisoned garden way too long. It seemed fine, it seemed great even. To some, better than the healthy garden. But you cannot stay in the poisoned garden forever. You must leave at some point before you suffocate. But leaving hurts. It hurts really bad because your body needs to get free of all that poison. One way or another. But no one can reach the beautiful garden without letting go of the poison. This garden’s beauty lies in the fact that it is flawed. That it feels. The view is beautiful, isn’t it?