Dear Younger Me
This is the first of a series of letters that I’ve been meaning to write. I did a similar piece a few months ago called “To the People in My Life”, but these dive more deeply and honestly. If I could go back and tell my younger self something, what would I say? What could…
Dear Someone Who Will Never Understand
It’s frustrating to think that you will perhaps never get it. But, in another, twisted kind of way, maybe that’s what liberates me. To know that you won’t ever understand how you made me feel makes it easier to forgive you. To realize that maybe things were out of control for you too. To understand…
Dear The Right Now
Oh, how I love who I am right now. I love you, my current season of life. I love who I am. Oh, how I love being a young woman. Last week, I came home after a night of debriefing and ranting and just talking with two of my closest friends. When else am I…
Dear Love
Love, there is something so incredibly powerful about you. I can’t seem to put you into specific words, but you’re just something or someone I feel and know. Love, you are so wonderfully romantic. Not always in the traditional connotations, but in a way that connects us all. You wake us up in the middle…
An Itch to Scratch
Why do you doubt every idea you have? Why do you waver over every character you type? Why do you draw X’s over your itches? Why don’t you ever just scratch until you draw blood? Because it’s hard to believe that I’m a writer. Because ‘what if’ I say the wrong thing? Because I don’t…
Insatiable
Why are we “never satisfied” Constantly seeking more And why is enough is never truly enough. We live in a glass box, One that is clear, so if we blink, we might not realize we are trapped, But also just slightly dirty that we can, on most days, feel like what is in front Is…
Backspace
I love you. I miss you. I want to talk to you. I wish you knew how much I loved you. I wish we were still together. I hate you. I don’t want to see you. I hate the way you lie. I miss who I used to be. I wish we never were. I’m…
Getting Over It
I wish I never met you. Because then I wouldn’t have to try so hard to forget you. To forget the fantasy I created to try to keep you. And the crushing reality of who you actually are when I realized you loved to take advantage of me. You made me feel like I was…
Dear Me
What better way to end this series than by writing a letter to my present self. When I wrote the first letter titled “Dear Younger Me”, my initial instinct was to write a letter to my future self, but I decided against that. Not because looking to my future and hoping for things isn’t good…
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