A letter from Feb 10, 2025

Hi love, I knew there'd be a service for this. I hope you're alive. I really do. How are you? Are you still falling in love with music? I think you are. I am sure. I hope you fall in love with every note you sing and every soul you meet. Try not to worry about success, may I remind you how that always ends? No, I truly hope you love life. I hope you make music, and spend day in and day out doing it. I hope you dance and make mistakes, laugh and learn. I truly hope you find joy in the things that used to scare you. Nothing will happen if you fail, I promise. Life moves on. I hope you remember the little girl that wanted to just sing and create. Try not to get caught up with this whole comparison thing. I hope the album went well. I really do. Maybe you are working on more music. I would address the mental health, but, let's not. I know myself, I like to write about it in songs. Not on paper. I am sorry that your brain is mean though. I saw this cute art piece. It is by sin.xline on Instagram. It was about a sheep who felt useless, and the dog defending it was being gretaful. One quote hit me; ''Without you there would be an empty space we'd all feel.''. It's been helping, a lot. Actually. I think it is saving me. I am struggling. I do love myself, I just don't like my brain. I don't know how to love it when it hurts me so bad. My backpain was bad. I don't know. I am trying. I do care about you, and I promise you this is worth it. If not, please just don't let anyone find this after I die. I truly hope you are alive. I think you can do great things, despite your brain not doing much for you. You've got nothing to lose, embrace that part of you. With love, Sofie