A letter from May 05, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Dear Ari, If you’re reading this… you made it. You’re standing in Italy now, on your own two feet, in a place you chose for yourself. And I hope the first thing you did was scream, loud and fierce, because that sound—that freedom—was earned. No one gave it to you. You took it. You bled for it. You cried for it. And you fought for it—again and again. I want you to remember something: the girl writing this letter is exhausted. She’s sitting with a heart full of pain, anger, and loneliness. She’s carrying the weight of a house that tried to crush her spirit, a mother who didn’t understand her, and a past that kept echoing. But still—she believed in you. She never gave up on the future version of herself… you. She stayed up at night, wiping her tears, whispering, “One more year. One more year and I’m out.” She lost battles, but she never surrendered her soul. She kept choosing love, truth, and healing. That girl—you—deserve to be held tight today. Celebrate her. Celebrate yourself. So when you wake up in your new life, don’t just breathe freely—breathe proudly. You’re not just in a new country. You’re in a new era. You broke the cycle. You ended the war. And now? It’s time to build. Never forget how far you came. Never forget how powerful you are. With infinite love and respect, Ari from the past (The warrior who kept going when it hurt the most)