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Dear younger me,

  • Writer: lettersfromthefuture
    lettersfromthefuture
  • Mar 18
  • 1 min read

I wish you could’ve understood sooner that the future is too unpredictable, what was happening wasn’t your fault.

Everything may have felt confusing and messed up at first, obviously, you probably felt as if something was wrong or off.

Back then, as memories started to change and your experiences got more diversified, you probably wished you were told that it wasn’t something to simply fix alone, that it was perfectly normal to feel scared and unsure.

I bet one of the hardest parts was being clueless, not knowing what to expect, but I promise you hiding those emotions wont do anyone any good. There were definitely moments of frustration, when you hoped things would just return to normal, and the hurt every time it didn’t. Even though it was hard, I’m proud of you for so many things. You stayed patient when things felt impossible, you showed up for others and gave your love and care, most importantly you didn't give up on those around you. I know giving up may seem like an easier alternative with everything life throws at you, but If I could tell you one thing, it would be this: It’s okay to ask for help. Nobody in this world can be perfect. You don’t have all the answers, you might never. But as much as it feels, you’re not alone.

You’ve made it through something really challenging, plus a bunch of life changing experiences, it all matters. MOST IMPORTANTLY, I promise you’re doing better than you think you are. (keep going!! it gets easier :D)


All the best,

Your Future Self (md)

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