Hello dear,
I'm not gonna lie nor gonna hide my true words behind walls of fantasy, i just finished reading a book of yours, a chatfic to be exact, at first i started reading it for fun, maybe to feed curiosity or maybe to laugh my sadness away, and it worked i was really happy whilst reading and it was real happiness not like the one i learnt to fake over the years to trick people and maybe try and trick my self... maybe?, but after reaching the last chapters, the ones including the suicide notes,i found my self in them, the sadness, the guilt,the urge to cry and hug someone or something and sob for ever or at least untill my eyes dry, you see i as well am depressed for many years now, i suicide failed many times seems that roof tops doesn't like me much but nothing dangerous really for i never really passed the edge, no one knows about me therefore no tries to help but i ain't giving them excuses for i have tried to get help from them, but this is not what i wanted to say, i wanted to tell you that today you helped me cry and understand something important, this is why I'm gonna say:«Thank you alot for you have helped go through another day, and i send my love, my true love emotions from the deepest of my heart».
sincerely, your reader from algeria