A Letter to My Younger Self

I’m sorry your life was so hard, but it can be better

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Do you ever just drift back to your younger days and reminisce about how life was back then, the things you did, trials and tribulations, relationships, first crushes, first kisses, the good, the bad and all the shit in between?

While I don’t often trip down memory lane, I was feeling rather pensive the other day and went back there. To the time I was 13, 18, 25, 35 and even 45.

I didn't have an easy life.

In fact, my entire life has been hard with a few little high moments thrown in just to fuck with my head and show me what a good life could be like.

Starting from the first beating I ever got at the age of 10 from my mother, to the last abusive relationship I had at 52 years old (just 10 years ago) and everything in between, my life has been a series of one shit show after another.

It’s hard to say who’s to blame for it all. My parents? My siblings? My teachers? My ex-boyfriends? Me?

I don’t know. But I want to tell my younger self so much. I’m so sorry for all she went through, and I wish her life were different.

I want to tell her that life doesn’t have to be hard and not all people are hurtful, hateful and ugly. There is so…