To my teenage self, in the early years, 15,16, 17; it's going to be okay, you're going to survive. You'll be battered and bruised, and I wish I could say it would be the end of the abuse, that you would get the chance to reclaim your youth. I wish I could say it will get easier, but I think you know better. The Heathen will get to you, will get away. The dinner table criminal will come tumbling down, but her enabler will continue. You will get stronger. You will learn to stand alone.
To my teenage self, in the later times, 18, 19, there's a lot still to come. Your purpose is not done. You were born to lead, you were born to heal, to inspire.
To my teenage self, through all the hard days; you will pull people back from the brink.
You will be a leader, you will be a confidante.
You will be the one someone comes to, the day of his attempted suicide.
You will be the one that he talks to.
You will. Be. There.
You have to be there.
He will not be the only one.
There will be so many who come to you.
You will see so much hurt, you will see so much pain, you will lose your son.
It will hurt, but you will survive.
You will lose people, you will miss goodbyes, you will miss their presences and advice, you will inspire.
You're going to survive, because people will hold you close and cry. You will be their rock, you will be the mountain, firm beneath their feet.
To my teenage self, you're going to beat this.
You will save so many people, you just have to be there.
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