Dad, it’s that time of the year again. Time to remember, time to catch up. Hard to believe I’ve spent 1/3 of my life without you. Well, anyway, this is what you should know about me at 27.
First, I didn’t think that I would make it here. I think about the 18-year-old me a lot when I think of you. I think about how helpless he felt and how depressing his days were. There’s a lot I wish I could go back and say to him, but the most important thing I would tell him is that I made it.
Second, I didn’t kill myself like I thought I would that first summer. I’m grateful for the restraint. As much as it would have ended the pain, it would…
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