Goodbye Letter

Dear Depression, Low Self-Esteem, and Drug Addiction,

I write this letter with a heart full of mixed emotions but also with a profound sense of liberation. You have been constant companions in my life for far too long, each of you leaving your own mark on my journey. Together, you formed a formidable barrier between me and the person I truly want to be.

Depression, you made every day a struggle, weighing me down with a darkness that seemed insurmountable at times. Low self-esteem, you whispered cruel lies into my ears, convincing me I was never good enough, never worthy of love or success. And drug addiction, you promised escape but only ensnared me further in a cycle of despair and dependency.

But today, I am choosing to say goodbye. Goodbye to the days spent in the grip of sadness and hopelessness. Goodbye to the self-doubt that held me back from embracing my true potential. Goodbye to the false comfort and destructive allure of substances.

I am reclaiming my life, one step at a time. I am choosing self-love over self-criticism, hope over despair, and clarity over numbness. It won't be easy, I know. The road ahead may be filled with challenges and temptations. But I am committed to healing, to growth, and to becoming the best version of myself.

So, goodbye, my old companions. You have been part of my story, but you will not define my future. I am setting myself free from your grasp, and in doing so, I am embracing a new chapter of resilience, strength, and positivity.

With gratitude for the lessons learned and determination for the journey ahead,

Eric

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  1. D. JermaineAugust 18, 2024 at 10:23 AM

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  2. D. JermaineAugust 18, 2024 at 10:58 AM

    Oh, how times are shifting as I sit here in the laundromat, with change jingling in my pocket. We define what change is and can be. Just you and me. As I absorb the cacophony of sounds and smells, and the little feet that shout, we merge into one. A life scrubbed clean of the past, facing the present and a future that teases with the certainty of time’s victory. But what is time, and how can it triumph when all turns to dust and wind?

    I scatter my thoughts with this tale of twists and turns, highs and lows, smiles and frowns. I feel it deeply, more than I see it, with my humble crown. The humming, the buzzing—I sense it. As I reflect on leaving the place where I was raised, I think of the crumbling, the fumbling, the absolute struggle. I am now the change I longed for. I am the one making choices that no one wanted.

    To those who doubted me, I love you. You are the reason I choose to change seasons. Outside myself, I become everything and nothing at once. As this unfolds, my vision clears and I am fearless. I am the wind from the north. I am the child who had to leave and move forward. I am indestructible, and by God, I will be reborn.

    We are the same, you and I. We are one. We are one. We’re one. We won. I love you.

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