“Are you kidding me?” I raked my hands through my hair. “I’m getting texts that tell me to kill myself. How can that not get under my skin?” Older Me placed her hand on the mirror, as close as she could come to touching me. She kept her voice to a whisper. “I know. I do. But you have to keep going. You just have to. If you push through this, you’ll show them. You’ll show them you didn’t deserve this.”
