To A Younger Me

A letter I wrote to my past self, because there is comfort in having reached a point where I can look back on these things objectively, and marvel at how far I've come.

Dear Me of 30 years ago:

It will be ok.

You can't get a diagnosis yet,

But there's a reason you are this way.

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To the girl crying in the bathroom:

It will be all right.

They change the rules, and never explain,

But you can't give up on this fight.

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To the me just starting High School:

I know it seems so bleak.

You will struggle through the years ahead,

But you are the farthest thing from weak.

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To the one, who once was two:

It is darkest before the dawn.

Things will never be the same again

Take this time to mourn.

To the me who slowly rebuilds herself:

Keep trying, you'll get there.

You have so much left to do on Earth

You're unable to not care.

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To the me with a diagnosis:

This is only the beginning.

The road ahead of you is hard,

Don't let it stop you winning.

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To the woman struggling to keep a job:

You're doing better than you think.

The world isn't structured for such as you,

Life can change in a blink.

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To the me who watches with wistful eyes:

You are worthy of being loved.

The right one is out there, though you've yet to meet,

Don't wait for some sign from above.

To the me who has friends, and family she chose:

Don't be afraid to be you.

They know who you are, and love you the same,

Trust that their hearts are as true.

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To the me who just published her very first book:

It's a journey that doesn't stop.

You learn and you grow with every new draft,

This mountain has no top.

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To the me of two years ago, broken-hearted, relieved:

There are better things waiting in store.

Your love may be new, but it's patient and strong,

Dating shouldn't feel like a chore.

To the me of Today, who looks to tomorrow:

I told you that it would be better.

Your life lies before you, the future awaits,

Go meet it, at the end of this letter.

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Dear the Me of the future still looming ahead,

Holding all the joys Fate will allow.

You've got all the tools, don't be misled.

Sincerely, the Me of the Now

Oof, this was hard to write.

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