From Our Readers: A Letter to My Old Self

It wasn't your fault. 

It wasn't your mood swings, your weird quirks, your darkest secrets. You didn't push him away, made him run for his life, demolished love with your own hands. It wasn't anything you did, or didn't do, to make you deserve all this pain. So don't blame yourself.

It's okay to not be okay right now.

It's okay to want to hide under your blankets, to not want to face the world because everywhere has his face on them. It's okay to mourn every night until your tear ducts dry out and the only thing that could quench your thirst is alcohol. It's okay to search for the high, to feel lost. It's okay, because all this is temporary.

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