A letter from Apr 23, 2025

Dear FutureMe, at the beginning of the semester, I defined well-being as taking care of yourself in all faucets of life. In the weeks following writing that, I faced the worst depressive episode that I have had since I was 11 years old. It was an extremely scary time, and I didn’t know if I was going to make it through. Being in this class helped me. While sometimes I fought back tears when we discussed things in class, I was grateful to know that there were at least ten other people trying to figure out what this world is and how to live in it. Well-being to me means choosing life everyday. Depression can make “taking care of yourself” more challenging than you could ever imagine. Sometimes just waking up is enough. Fortunately, with the help of new friendships, new medication, countless therapy sessions, an incredible support group, and self-care practices, I am no longer just surviving; I am living. And I am so thankful. I still say sorry too much, and getting to the end of classes is getting harder by the day (but grades are fire). Mariana is my best friend and she’s ******* me with the Jonas brother talk. I’m seeing max #5 tonight… I’m letting go of Jonah (I recently found out life is so much better without him, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss the person I believed he could be). I’m hoping the family is gonna go to the Bahamas this summer, and that ill go to lollapolloza. I’m excited for my life and what’s to come