A Letter to my little self…

I’ve changed but not by much

I know you always hoped things would get better…

20 years have passed and I can’t tell you that they have.

We still cry at night. And we never gave up the habit of hiding and holding our breath in the hope that, magically, we’ll stop breathing- and the pain will finally end.

We still don’t feel loved, though we are loved very much by all the right people. Still, I feel us feeling deeply unsatisfied.

I feel you shouting in our mind “WHEN WILL IT END?”

I don’t have that answer. But let me hold you…

I know you’re tired and nothing makes any sense.

Let me be your friend. Let me understand where you’re coming from… because this world was never meant for us.