For the next few Thursday's I will be blogging letters. This is the first one. Enjoy!
Dear Younger Me,
I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you. I'm sorry for not telling you, you're beautiful more often. I'm sorry for putting scars on your body that were never supposed to be there.
I'm sorry I told you, you needed a boyfriend in high school. I'm sorry I made you question yourself because no boys ever liked you.
I'm sorry I made you stress so much about being different. I'm sorry for forcing you to be someone different.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't back you up.
But let me give you some information.
I hope you know you are one of a kind. I hope you know that your future is bright, no matter how many trials and hardships you go through. You will have a good set of friends, but it will take a while to find out who they are. You probably won't find them in high school.
Stay close to God. I know your depression will try to take you down. I know it will try to take you away. But, God wants to take this war away from you. He wants to take the fight away from you. He doesn't want you to fight this alone. You aren't alone. He is always there, even when you don't feel it. He's there and He will fill you up with Him until you feel no more pain.
You will know one day why you have so much pain. You will know that this fight is for a reason. You are strong, and you are still living in the future. You have to keep going. Girl, you are a fighter and you are beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. You do not need a boy to tell you these things. God does.
Stay strong. Your future self is with you. I am strong, you are also strong. I love you, make sure you say that to yourself more.