A letter to my past self
Today, a year from now. You will wake up happy. Tomorrow you will wake up scared but you’ll be safe soon. Your friends will rush over, your boss will be kind and your parents will hold you whilst you cry. You’ll cry a lot but they will be tears of relief. He’ll be gone for good tomorrow. You’ll part ways on the train platform and you’ll cry through half the northern line. But, you’ll go to work a ton lighter knowing it’s over . This feeling hasn’t shaken yet. When you’re laughing with friends, stumbling home from the club at dawn or walking through your front door knowing there’s nothing to fear anymore - you’ll look up at the sky and smile with the comfort you are safe now. You’ll be well looked after this next week, month, year. Get out some clean bedding for the spare room. Your friends and parents won’t leave your side for the next 2 weeks. They’ll carry you through this and you will feel so loved. You won’t be able to see it now but it gets easier. You’ll weathe...