with love, from the future

written at 41 · to my 17-year-old self

I'm so glad you kept going, even on the nights it felt pointless. I wish I could reach back and hold your hand through it. But I can tell you this — the version of you writing this letter is happy. Genuinely, quietly happy. That was always waiting for you, even when it didn't feel like it.

— Anonymous

written seven years sober

with love,

from the future


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