Love yourself like I love you x2

Dear FutureMe, If you did your math right (which is entirely possible that you didn't), you turned 35 today. Back on your 30th birthday you opened a FutureMe email that you wrote to yourself several years prior. Go back and read it. It made you bawl. When you wrote this, you had recently started your position at Americollect as a collector. You had your loving husband, your lazy doxie, Coco, and your annoying-as-hell doxie puppy, Izzy. Your Etsy shop, Happy., was put on vacation in November after 3 years of success. Drumpf was just elected present and you are still in shock. You had intense dizzy spells for months and had yet to go to the doctor, though you know you should've long ago. Almost all of your medical bills from your 2012 hospital stays were PIF - just the loan from Holy Family remained. Though your bipolar disorder had been managed fairly well for a few years, you still had a hard time loving yourself. You would dwell on your embarrassments and mistakes. Your worst fear is that Adam would leave you. If he has, I hope that you have come to terms with that and are moving on. I hope I don't open old wounds by saying that. I hope you now have fully accepted that you will not be able to have a baby of your own. I hope you've been spending time with your family and friends. As cliché as it may be, I hope you know that you aren't alone. Someone somewhere thinks it's pretty great that you're still kickin'. Again, I just hope you're happy. I know you know that's all we ever want in life. Happiness. T