I saw this once. Every day, write a letter to someone in or out of your life. I posted something last night about feeling empty, and how I felt like I didn’t have a soul, but maybe I can find some meaning like this? I don’t know. I have to try. Maybe it will keep me from feeling like I’ve got nothing.
After all, I keep trying to tell people that only you can define your life. Only you can fill it with meaning, because without your love and care and work, it is, essentially, meaningless. Maybe I’ll define my life by confronting the things that feel like knife wounds in my heart.
I’ll make the first letter out to my mother.
Dear Mom,
I have never seen another person filled with so much love and passion. You love everyone and everything… But why couldn’t you apply that to me when I was a kis? Was it because you were too focused on my brothers? Trying to focus on yourself maybe? I know you’re sick, and mental illness isn’t something I discredit, but I saw you withdraw so much. I feel like that’s all I learned from you.
I wish you could see how smart you are. You have so many talents that you’re just too scared to use. I hope one day you might use them.
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That is really sweet and raw, you should give it to her