I can say it’s probably been more than two years since I logged onto this account. And I’m not really writing to anyone, but maybe my past self.
I struggled with depression and anxiety immensely during my teenage years. I’m 22 now, and maybe it does still linger, but I feel like I’ve better tools than I did back then.
A teacher, very close to my heart who helped me beyond words that can describe passed away a few days ago. It’s only now how I stop and think about all the private chats we had. You motivated me, you saved me.
I think the realisation I have from this is how I need to speak about my trauma. My heart is heavy tonight, and I feel like my sixteen year old self. And I don’t know.










