Dear Younger Me, Hang In There.
I am so sorry that I could not protect you when you were small. That time that you locked yourself in the dark shed and sat in the dark wishing you dead. I am sorry that I allowed you to go on and live through so much pain, yet at the same time, things turned out pretty good for you although, it did take until you were in your 30’s to actually get to the point where you finally wanted to live.
I am sorry that it took me so long to get you some help. Here in the year 2018, you still battle with depression, and anxiety but you are learning to deal with it better, along with medications of course, but you have now been drug and alcohol free for 20-21 years and life isn’t so bad.
You are going to find out that there are many others out there with the same issues, you are not alone.
Dear younger me, hang in there.