A letter from March 20th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Right now it is 2:04 in the morning. I feel really crappy right now. And all my friends are asleep and I need to rant somewhere. I feel myself falling back into this depression which I have worked so hard to get better from. I'm worried that my relationship with my mother will drift again. Hopefully you don't feel this way when you read this. I hope it does get better and I believe it will, but it's just so hard. So I hope when you see this that you're pushing through all the obstacles because you will get to your goal. Maybe not right now, but you will.