Dear S,
Why haven’t I heard from you? I’m still confused. I don’t know if this is the end of the road or just one of those bumps that a little time apart should heal. I feel strangely calm, but I fear that moment– that one moment when it dawns on me that you’re gone forever.
S.
Tags: Dear S, unwritten letters project
Dear Meditator,
I feel like such a fool. It’s been almost a year since we spent that wonderful, perfect night together, and I’m still hung up on you. It’s been a year of feeling depressed, angry, anxious, desperate and utterly heart-broken. And I keep making excuses for you. In the end, you used me, and I realize that now. Why do I let this get to me? Why do you have so much power over me? This is so difficult, and it’s hurting me more than you can ever know. It’s taking all my energy to play nice—to play by your rules, and respect your boundaries. Every time I see you, I want to tell you I’m in pain. But you don’t want to know, I can tell. The truth is I don’t even know you. And you certainly don’t know me. If you did, you would know that I’m dying inside.
Signed, The Sleeping Beauty
Dear me,
Stop. Don’t fall back into this hole you’re letting yourself get into again. The self-injury, the OTC drug abuse, the starvation. You’re worth so much more than this. You’re a strong and beautiful young woman, and if you stop letting yourself believe it, you’ll be that greasy, scarred, weak mess again. And you do not want that. Remember that.
Love, Me
Tags: Dear Me, Don't Fall, drug addiction, self harm, starvation, unwritten letters project
Dear God,
I’m still here. I’m not sure what to do. I’m not sure what you want or expect of me. I’m still hurt, and I’m still weary. Is this what my life is suppose to be? Please Lord, before I die, if it’s not too much to ask, I want to know what it is to be loved.
It’s me Christine.
Tags: Dear God, I'm still here, Letters to Heaven, unwritten letters project
Dear boyfriend,
Why do you do this to me? You’re sweet and innocent, and getting mad at you makes me feel guilty. But when you put me last, break a promise for yet another game of Call Of Duty, and ignore MY feelings, I can’t help but stare at you with disappointment in my eyes along with tears that my momma told me I should never shed on a silly boy. But you’re no silly boy because for the first time in my life I felt butterflies when I said I loved you. But you don’t see my hurt and how you’re the cause. Notice me.
Your girlfriend
Dear Santa,
I wrote to you before Christmas. Thank you for giving me what I wanted. My little girl is here in my arms and is the most beautiful and precious thing I have ever known.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I believe.
Love from The New Mummy xx
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