My letters aren't in any particular order. I removed the date because I didn't want a timeline created. I just want to express my thoughts while I still have the chance.
I feel like I have no other options.
Talking with my therapist wasn't helping.
Taking my prescribed meds weren't working. All it did was made me cry and hate myself more.
I'm stuck on this rollercoaster of emotions.
I'm not worried about what people will think of me because they would judge me anyways. They would take what someone else would say before asking me or getting to know themselves.
I only worry about the thoughts of my children, my sister's, and others that I deem really close. If I'm hurting them with my thoughts in any way, I'm deeply sorry. This may be the only chance that I'll get to do this.
I don't want pity.
I don't want the "I didn't know how to talk to you." (Especially when I never gave you the reason to feel that way.) I don't want the "I didn't know or my perception was" trope. None of that.
I understand that some of you can't handle my honesty or straightforwardness. It's easy to pretend that sugar is salt because it looks the same rather hearing the truth.
I just want someone to understand and feel what I'm trying to express.
"Death is simple.
Life is complicated."
-e.r.lindsey
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Letters To Myself
RandomIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...
