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Dear Anaija,
Today is October, 23rd, 2025. It is 5:58am, as I am writing this.
A lot of things has happened over the past 3 years, since turning 18.
A lot of things didn't go as planned, or the way you would hope it to go.
But this year, you have proved to yourself so much, that you have the potential to make your dreams come true.
It almost feels like you have what it takes. I am not as confident about my path in life as I was 3 years ago, I'm losing touch in myself, in my faith.. but I don't wanna let go of my dreams. I want to make child us proud. I don't want to just be famous, I want to be famous for a good reason. I want to inspire others, I want to make a change in the world somehow. I don't know how I'm going to get there, I feel lost, I put us in situations that had disturbed us.
For instance, I am getting a nose job, October 27, what we always dreamed about. But the thing is, I spent money I didn't have, and now I have to live with the consequences of those actions. I am currently 18k$ in debt. I lost my job, I lost my identity, I lost my dignity and pride. EGO *****. I feel defeated, destroyed.
Last year we met a new man that changed our perspective in love and men in general, Uriel. We weren't too sure about this man at first, but we believed in blessings, we believed in love. We believed God sent us this man even though you didn't like him, he liked you. He showered you with gifts, attention, affection, until he didn't. One day he just took away it all, and you fell apart. What makes it even worse, he did coercion on you. You never would believe he would ever hurt you, but he did. Mentally, emotionally, and now ********.
This year, you met another man, Alante, not even fully healed from the man before him. Yet this time, you fell in love at first sight, and it was after Uriel assaulted you, so you thought God has truly sent you a special someone this time. But we were wrong again. He did the same thing, but even worse, because his affection didn't last as long as Uriel's did and he never kept his promises.
We did a lot of emotional spending, because of all you need to process. We blew away all of our saving funds, we forgot our dreams. We didn't care for our dreams, we just wanted to die and get it over with. But we can't die yet, because we're afraid of going to hell, because of the evil that punctured our heart.
This is what is happening currently. But I don't want to give up on us, no matter how much I want to die, I want to make you happy, I want to make our family proud. I want to make something out of this life that we can only live once. I want us to die with Jesus in our heart. I don't want to fail us. I know it hurts to know you can't take with you the people you love, but you have to learn to let go.
Which I am hoping you now has let go. This will only be sent to you a year later, I won't put too much pressure on you to succeed, but I hope you are living life without thinking of your age, just go and do it! Do what will change your life for the better, not the worse! I hope you make better decisions than I do! I love you, I want to show you I love you more than anyone ever has. I want to love you, be here, and stay, unlike everybody else.
You're probably still in college doing your nursing program, but since this letter will be sent a year later, you probably have 1 more year left to go. Keep going Anaija, no matter how disappointed you feel in yourself, one day we will make each other proud, somehow. I see that you are trying.. Right now I am not trying hard enough, and let us down... but I really want to snap out of it before it's too late. We need to repent and let Jesus save our soul, I don't want to ruin you and block our blessings. Let God open you and guide you towards the plan he has for our life.
I love you.
Love, you from the past.
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