A letter from Apr 06, 2025

Dear future me, You’re so sick right now. You’ve got this weird illness no one understands — not even the doctors can figure it out. They can’t diagnose you, they can’t help you. Every day feels unbearable, like someone gave you five morphine pills to swallow and told you to live like that. You’ve been suffering for six months. Six months without treatment, without a name for what’s happening to you. And the worst part? Just seven months ago, you had everything — a beautiful life, a great job, a beautiful woman, and everything else that made sense. It’s crazy how fast life can flip. You always think these things happen to other people, never to you — until it’s you. To anyone reading this: I don’t know if I made it or not. But please, cherish every single moment. I know it sounds cliché. But it’s real. Enjoy every single second.