Read gently. Behind every letter is a real person and a real story.
To My twelve-year-old self
You were not difficult. You were overwhelmed, observant, and trying to survive rooms where adults expected you to understand things they refused to explain. They called you...
Why didn't you just listen? Your life would have been much easier.
To Little me
You were not too loud, too sensitive, too needy, or too difficult. You were a child asking to be loved properly.
To Fourteen-year-old me
You made mistakes because you were hurting and nobody asked why. You did not ruin everything. There was still so much life waiting for you.