These are supposed to be YouTube videos but I'm much better with the written word so mine is, obviously, a blog post.
If you're not familiar with the movement/assignment, women are being encouraged to make videos (or write letters) to their teenage selves.
My letter will encompass everything from 13-18. It will probably sound vague in parts and that's okay because I'm doing this for ME. I just happen to be sharing it with you.
If you're not familiar with the movement/assignment, women are being encouraged to make videos (or write letters) to their teenage selves.
My letter will encompass everything from 13-18. It will probably sound vague in parts and that's okay because I'm doing this for ME. I just happen to be sharing it with you.
Dear Me,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're miserable right now. You're not crazy. You're not damaged. You have moderate to severe depression and anxiety. You should probably be on medication and I'm deeply sorry you're not.
He doesn't love you. No, it doesn't matter which "he" I'm talking about...you know which ones to whom I'm referring.
He doesn't care about you at all.
Stop letting him push you around. Stop letting him talk to you like that. That's abuse, not love.
You deserve better.
Write. Keep writing. Pour the things you can't SAY out on the page and then light it on fire just to watch it burn. Don't say it in your skin. You'll look back on those marks as battle scars and have so many mixed feelings.
You deserve to live. You do not break everything you touch. Tell that voice in your head to go straight to Hell. You are more than your inner demons. Don't let them define you.
Someday you'll find someone that makes you feel on top of the world. He will love you despite your flaws. He will love you FOR many of the things you view as flaws. He will support you and hold your hand while you cry. He won't make you feel guilty when you slip up during recovery. You won't feel the need to hide your sarcasm, your weirdness, or your intelligence.
You're still not the popular kid, but that no longer matters. Your closest friends are geeks and nerds. You will slowly become more comfortable in your own skin.
It gets better. Not immediately, but eventually.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're miserable right now. You're not crazy. You're not damaged. You have moderate to severe depression and anxiety. You should probably be on medication and I'm deeply sorry you're not.
He doesn't love you. No, it doesn't matter which "he" I'm talking about...you know which ones to whom I'm referring.
He doesn't care about you at all.
Stop letting him push you around. Stop letting him talk to you like that. That's abuse, not love.
You deserve better.
Write. Keep writing. Pour the things you can't SAY out on the page and then light it on fire just to watch it burn. Don't say it in your skin. You'll look back on those marks as battle scars and have so many mixed feelings.
You deserve to live. You do not break everything you touch. Tell that voice in your head to go straight to Hell. You are more than your inner demons. Don't let them define you.
Someday you'll find someone that makes you feel on top of the world. He will love you despite your flaws. He will love you FOR many of the things you view as flaws. He will support you and hold your hand while you cry. He won't make you feel guilty when you slip up during recovery. You won't feel the need to hide your sarcasm, your weirdness, or your intelligence.
You're still not the popular kid, but that no longer matters. Your closest friends are geeks and nerds. You will slowly become more comfortable in your own skin.
It gets better. Not immediately, but eventually.
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