Who better to console you on this day than you. So yes, this is a letter from myself to myself, or yourself, or talking to ourselves. Anyways, four years. Everyone on the internet seems to be celebrating some kind of anniversary this week. 1st year of marriage, of getting their dog or of their baby. Maybe that's why it's hit you especially hard. It's hard to remember this day, a day that after so much time should not mean anything to you, all that it means/meant. Four years ago you were a broken mess. Honestly hurts lady, take it in. You cried at the drop of a hat, you rarely wore make-up or showered and you went about life in a daze. Sometimes you still feel like a failure but you shower daily and that in it's self is a triumph for you and those that have to be around you I'm sure. In the past four years you have rebuild yourself. Your self esteem has slowly started to grow again. You've put yourself out there and lived. You've road tripped to New Mexico, seen the bright lights of Nevada, returned to Connecticut, camped in New York, been to the beach on Rhode Island and most recently scaled a glacier in Alaska. You moved out of your parents house, even in your brokenness back then and have been on your own since. You've lived by yourself. Even when others around you didn't approve, you made your way with what you had and worked it out. You saved the life of a beautiful kitty, your first real pet. You didn't stop there and helped 9 dogs (so far) find there forever families, one of those being yours and kittens. You've explored the options of your career. At times it is still scary figuring out life and where the path is taking you but you've always followed your passion. I know, best of all, how all of this has effected you. It's always hard to explain how you can feel over it and that it can still effect you. As this time passes and puts it further and further behind you, please remember that he was the one that missed out. You try your best to be thoughtful and kind. You have a heart that wants to help. At times when the darkness of that feeling of failure overwhelms you and you're not thinking straight, think again of all you've done. Just because there is much left to do or that you feel you haven't accomplished yet, you are not a failure. So much of those things that I mentioned above were things you might never have experienced if those events didn't take place exactly how they did.
Love, me.
P.s. Why does this topic always subconsciously lead you to cut your hair? Goodbye 5 inches. 
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