An epistle for my past self. Thank you for being strong enough‚ and looking fine even though your depression became deeper and deeper. Thank you for not continuing to hang yourself in the knot of your ceiling and cut your wrist like paper. Thank you for trying to understand your problems even though you couldn’t find a solution to them. Thank you for loving yourself more than how you loved your exes. You make yourself more strong and more confident. If you‘re still living in this world‚ I’m sure you’ll be proud of me and yourself too.
—my old self was already dead but before she died, she gave birth to a new version of herself and that's me.
