Out of everything I've ever had in this world, my pen and paper are two of my favourites. Is it to my favourites because I know that no matter what I do or what happens to me, they will always be there for me. I always hated it writing in school, I thought it was dumb and monotonous, and just like everybody else I said I hated it to fit in.
When I turn 18 and I had my very first heartbreak my pen and paper were there for me. I would constantly I poured my heart out through that stupid pen onto that stupid paper and I thought the whole idea was just stupid. So I stopped, I stopped because I didn't want to be the laughing stock of school for what I did with my feelings for what I said on that paper. And stopping that writing was the worst decision I could make.
When I started seeing my therapist and she told me to start writing letters again, I thought she went mad. But I listened to her because I wanted to get better. And I wrote every day. I wrote about my bruises, my broken hearts, good memories, and everything else. It's like I could do anything with my writing.
I wish that I could do something to thank this simple activity for saving me from further falling into depression. But it's odd, right? That this simple pen and paper could do something so life changing for me. So thank you very much. I know this is a dumb letter to wrote, but I needed to do this.
Thank you for saving me,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin
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To Anyone That Cares
RandomA collection of letters to anyone that cares. Letters to people who caused me to never forget them, even well after they forgot me.
