In hindsight, I'd say this letter is dedicated to being present. Trauma and negativity have such a selfish effect of consuming your entire being until it becomes the only thing you see, even when there are things to be thankful for.

2024 saw me in complete survival mode, which led to time-blindness, causing me to postpone tending to myself and not realise how much time I had lost — which is mad. This is a letter that allows me to talk about it now that I've made it to the other side. It's a letter to remind myself that there will always be another side.