I've been keeping a pad of notes that I write when I get severely depressed or anxious. Yesterday, my sibling informed me that they read them all and left a surprise for me. This morning, I went to go write in it again.
Each note was titled with something that contradicts what the note said. I cried as I read them over and over again.
When they get a chance to read this, I hope they know that I love them, and that I promise to never leave them.
YOU ARE READING
Nightmare
RandomI have nightmares a lot that wake me up. I'm recording the ones I remember
