A letter to my past self.

Hey me, it’s me from the future.
I wish I could go back in time, and tell you that you’ll be alright.
I wish I could tell you, “No you’re not getting sick, so relax and go to bed.”
I wish I could show you all the amazing things that you will see and do. Like traveling to Rome, and Poland and so many other countries.
I wish I could tell you about all the amazing friends you will make, all the laughs, and honest moments at 3 am.
I wish I could tell you how important you are to people, that you’re not worthless, that people really do care.
I wish I could tell you to forget about that stupid boy, that you don’t need that drama.
I wish I could tell you to cherish the memories you make in high school, because no matter what anyone says, those were a great four years.
I wish I could tell you to worry about tomorrow less, and enjoy the moment, it’s something that you’ll never get back.
I wish I could tell you, the hard times won’t last, and although you might deal with this illness for the rest of your life, it’s not something that will kill you.
I wish I could tell you, you won’t be miserable forever.
I wish I could tell you that God is the most important person in your life.
I wish I could tell you how proud I am of you.
I wish I could tell you that you sing great, and you’ll only get better.
I wish I could tell you that your hair looks a bit silly, but go for it, have fun.
I wish I could tell you go and dance your heart out, it’s more fun that way.
I wish I could tell you that God is always with you, don’t fear, don’t doubt.
I wish I could tell you that yes, you’ve made an impact, you’ve changed lives.
I wish I could tell you to tell that English teach how much she means to you, because one day soon she’s going to be gone and you’re going to regret not telling her.
I wish I could tell you to laugh more, and be silly while you still can.
I wish I could tell you, sing as loud as you can with your friends, hang out with them more.
I wish I could tell you that some people are just not worth it.
I wish I could tell you that the cafeteria food isn’t too bad.
I wish I could tell you to be brave and speak up for yourself.
I wish I could tell you that, yes, you really are smart, you don’t need to doubt that.
I wish I could tell you depression won’t last forever.
I wish I could tell you that killing yourself is not the answer, don’t waste another thought on it.
I wish I could tell you that tomorrow is another day, a better day.

I wish I could tell you, thank you, we’ve gotten this far, by the grace of God, and we’re not going to stop now.
So dear past me, you’re gonna be ok, trust me.