Hi, little girl, I hope you’re fine.
I know I’m not a better grown woman than you thought I’d be.
Time is not generous, time is not merciful,
And all in our lives what happened was like a joke for them.
I didn’t care about mental health.
That’s funny because it was nothing to care about from the beginning.
I couldn’t become a writer,
I couldn’t become someone important for the two of us.
But now I’m learning to live over a new leaf.
I’m learning to be myself with a new disorder.
May I promise it will be okay? I do my best to become who we wanted to.