Letter to the Future

Dear Haley,

I know right now you're afraid, anxious about the future that awaits. Everyday, you're worried about Mom and Dad, concerned with the substance taking over their lives. On a daily basis, you pray and hope things won't go awry again. But, you have great blessings in your life, too, rays of light that shine through. You have three caring brothers who will always be there to protect you and make yours days a bit brighter. You have wonderful friends who understand and just want you to be happy. You have three adorable kitties who love and want to cuddle with you. Despite all the darkness, there is light, and better days await you in the future.

At the moment, you're doing what you love most: writing. Currently, you're not skilled enough to make a living off it, but no matter what, you adore to write. It brings joy and clarity to sometimes colorless days. And who knows, maybe someday you can make it your career; we'll just have to wait and see. You've experienced some sadness living with Mom and Dad. You don't understand how a simple substance could damage your family the way it has, especially when everything was so great before the alcohol thundered in. But things were once great, and they can be great again. Besides, you have a part-time job you're working hard at, saving money from. You want to help them, but if need be, you'll take the money you have and leave Mom and Dad. Sometimes, you have to think of yourself first, but I guess what really happens here will be another mystery for you to debunk.

What I'm trying to say is this: Haley, no matter what, there is always a chance for things to become better. The present, no matter how bleak, can always become brighter in the future. And above all, there's always something to continue living for; whether it's to see your best friend smile at you again, to laugh and joke with your brothers once more, or to cuddle with the kitties you so dearly love. There. Is. Always. Something. After all, you're living proof of that.

With Love,

Your Present Self