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Category: 10 Days of Letters I never Sent
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Dear Dad, Congratulations, you’d say, as I walked through Emen’s door toward both you and Mom, co-parenting with your new partners. You’d hug me, and we’d take pictures together. You’d be proud of me—I’d graduated high school! I’d go on to be accepted into Indiana University’s Group Scholars Program, paving the way into the BA…
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I’m realizing on my ten-day journey that sometimes life really does fly and time doesn’t slow down… I missed yesterday BUT making up for it with two letters today! 😇 Dear Silence, Sometimes I can’t stand you. Other times, you’re my saving grace, the forefront of my safety, the stopping ground in a war zone.…
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Dear Blackout, You had me running up to cars past midnight, my mom in my right ear — sitting eight hours away — while I begged strangers to get me an Uber because I couldn’t control my own mind. I’d abandoned my car somewhere I wouldn’t find until morning, when I’d retrace my steps with…
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Dear Body, It feels strange to begin writing a letter to the very thing typing alongside me now — the artifact I stand within, the foundation of my being. You were sensing and moving long before my mind came into play. To say you’ve been with me since day one is an understatement — more…
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Dear Booze, Ridding you from my life may not have changed the entire trajectory of my being, but one thing is certain: it freed me of the shackles that held me down silently. The world is more magnificent without you. The workings of my brain, most days, run rampant without slowing—but placing my mental health…
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I promised myself I’d post the first of ten letters last night, but it didn’t happen. So today, I’m keeping that promise by posting not one, but the first two. This is where it begins. Dear Carly girl, Honestly, I didn’t want this to be the first letter I wrote to you. I thought it…
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I’ve been carrying words inside me for years, words I never said out loud, words I never wrote down, words that got stuck somewhere between my heart and my throat. So for the next 10 days, I’m challenging myself to let them out. Each day, I’ll post a new letter—letters I never sent to people,…
