A Letter To My Teenage Self
I wish I could take your hand and show you the way through the darkness that hovers at the edge of your peripheral. I wish I could tell you it leaves but my god, it doesn't. It stays. And I don't tell you this to frighten you or to take away that slither of hope you cradle so very close to your heart. I tell you because the day comes when you don't feel like your overflowing, ever-changing emotions are a burden. They feel less like a curse and more like a blessing. I tell you this because I want you to know that your courage to keep going is inspiring and your strength admirable and you're going to learn how to balance it. All of it. The scales won't feel so heavily tipped. Your heart won't feel so heavy. If your rebellious, stubborn, sensitive self refuses to read this any further, then know this: keep going. Just keep going. It's going to work out. It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay, kid. It doesn't happen for a while but you get th...