A letter from May 13, 2025

Dear FutureMe, It's 9 days-more like 8 since I'm writing this atm 7:30 pm- until high school graduation. It's a surreal experience. Like, I thought I wasn't sad but then I almost cried when the therapist said goodbye. And in so many ways I'm not, I've wanted to move out and explore for a while now! But there's still so much unknown, so much to leave behind, so much that will never be the same. And I want that so badly for some things and for others I just want to hold onto them forever. But anyways, I'm writing to you because you've already experienced your first year of college! Maybe you'll look back at this and laugh because you remember what I think college will be like and you know all the ways I was wrong. I truly don't know what will happen in just a year. It's probably gonna be the most change I've ever experienced in such a short time. And there's still a few things left before I even get to freshman year, things that I'm scared about. But I know you got through them, and I really hope you actually went on an art spree to cope. I hope you finished that colored pencil drawing even though colored pencil takes FOREVER to layer up. I hope you've had soooo much fun, met so many new people, seen so many new things, and learned a lot. I hope that at any hard times you knew that you weren't alone. I hope you still love listening to music and are still a total daydreamer. I hope you're well on your way to reaching the career you want (yay psychology!!) and are way more sure than me what type of psychologist you want to be. I hope you've made memories, ones that I will reach and that will make me so happy to be here and so thankful I fought through every hard time to experience them. Hug Bear extra tightly, look at the sunset, listen to a recent favorite song, and smile. Whatever is going on, keep going and fighting, because you're the strongest person I know. Good luck, you got this! I love you! <3