Dear... Self
I know you've been crying yourself to sleep.
I know you've been struggling to get up every morning.
I know you're trying to get your shit together but then anxiety kicks in and reverts you back to where you started.
I know everyday your self-doubt engulfs whatever self-esteem you have left.
I know it's hard not to have anyone to talk to because you think you bother them with your 'drama.'
I know it's been a year already and you're getting old day-by-day; depressed and unemployed.
But it's okay. You're trying to get better and that's what matters. Take all the time you need.